Marine Corps
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Independance Day is a celebration
Freedom and life in remembrance
Fireworks blast in the distance
One night filled with fustration
Reading posts of long messages
Facebook turned into a pit of sorrow
Coffee black
The sound of gunshots in my ear
As i watch the video, gloved hand on gun, the sounds echoing
But i don’t even drink coffee
MARINE
I love my mentor to death
like I would die for the man
With him in my life cant say that god ain't got plans
He was more to me than a teacher,
although he did teach
From then to today
the flag that stood so tall in the sky, held by the weight of more than just the soldiers that grasped it
the soldiers that fought so hard, so much
The man next to me.
Usually in a camo uniform.
Or a blue jacket.
He has tags around his neck.
A shaven clean face.
And the American flag painted on his shoulder.
I look at him.
A moment of insecurity in January of 2016 caused me to make the most careless decision that led me straight to you through an online dating app. This is how 2016 introduced me to most enchanting, loving, and selfless U.S.
At the crack of dawn
PT is on
Then some breakfast
It isn't the best
Video games on my futon
Until the armory calls upon
Cleaning my gat
I wish we could have a cat
Waiting on formation
Of the United States Marine Corps.
From 1957 to 1968.
In the late 1990s, I was going to a gathering.
Of Marines, and my son ask me.
Dad, why are you going hundreds of miles.
United States Marine Corps.
Do some pushups on the floor.
Run the mile more and more.
Training for the war.
Defend my country left and right.
US Marines, oh what a sight.
The hills and fields roll with blades of green;
Dotted, by white marble stones standing in silence;
Glistening in midnight dew.
Under the stars there will be,
A congregation of the sorrowful, strong, and few.
