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Semper Fi
TaylorC

For Josh

It doesn’t seem right, cousin,
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that you’re over there, nineteen, fresh
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out of boot, and lugging around
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a forty pound fully automatic machine
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gun—Uncle Sam’s strong arm
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of death.  I feel, sometimes, since I’m older,
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I should be the one over there.
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But I have no excuses; excuses are weak
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defending inaction, so I’ll do the only thing I can:
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mail care-packages stuffed with cigarettes,
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Twizzlers, Playboys, and snuff
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as if that makes up for the holidays.
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What does proud mean
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from someone whose only wars rest
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in books?  I’ve never watched my friends,
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the marines you call brothers, with navy corpsmen
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peering into their gaping chests, bandages in hand,
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trying to forget their training for fatal wounds.
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I’ve never been scared
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enough to call my dad daddy.
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16 Nov 06

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wow.  timeless, emotional, breathless.
flawless.

smile.
midare
 — midare

Ouch!  What a heartfelt write.  Clear, solemn, not maudlin.  
 — Isabelle5

I've updated this one a lot too.
 — TaylorC

I dint really get this poem, but its pretty good.
 — unknown

i was raised by Uncle Sam's Misguided Children...so any tribute to them is always okay by me.

Ever Faithful
 — ilenelush

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