It was late one evening
Hot and muggy
As always
So I couldn’t tell
What day it was
nor the season.
But I did know one thing
The battle was furious
We were, over ran by Charlie
Black pajamas up the yin yen
Accompany by NVA
Even the Atheist
Within their foxholes
Were heard praying
Oh Lord! please save me
Out of this one.
As bombs were
Bursting to the right
Bursting to the left
Bursting in the rear
And to the front
Bombs bursting all over.
The FO that day
Called in a fire mission “on me”
He was heard saying
Before diving into a bunker.
The men
Were burring themselves under
Dead bodies
After all, one only dies once
Friendly fire saturated
Our position.
When the smoke cleared
I found my self pulling Guard duty
In my dress blues
At The Pearly Gates.
Proving right
Our Marine Corps Hymn
If The Army & The Navy
Ever look upon
The Heaven’s scene
They will find the streets
Are guarded
By United States Marines.
This is a hard hitting, eye opening piece, William. A remarkable tribute to all that have served...thank you for sharing this insightful write.
love and piece, Carole~
Gee William,
I thought the gates were guarded by Angels.
But I suppose if you were a Medical student in Grenada, Marines did look like Angels.
Best to ya Brother, Welcome home.
St. Peter has been relieved long ago from his post with a well earned retirement in Paradise, the Heaven's doors are now guarded by the best of them all, the USMC.
You right brother!
Semper Fi
It's fearless guts and glory to fight for freedom.
This is a great memory for me too. I was a very young newspaper woman just getting started and everywhere I turned there were Warrant Officers coming and going from Hunter/Ft. Stewart and across the river in Carolins were the Paris Island marines.
Thank you for the memory.
Love,
Susan
My words ... what a horrific scene. I'm glad you are still here, and "Thank You" for your courage and for what you've done for me and all of us who only know about war through stories.
Hi William,
I didn't know you were in Vietnam, but it makes sense. You have been fighting wars all your life...It's time for some peace and joy for you.
Lightness to my special friend,
Amber "V"
Under Amber Skies, written by author and poet Jill Eisnaugle, is a wonderful collection of rhyming poetry guaranteed to please every reader. In this, her second book, she writes of new friendships kindled, as well as old friendships solidified. She g
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
Share
Print
Save
Follow
love and piece, Carole~
I thought the gates were guarded by Angels.
But I suppose if you were a Medical student in Grenada, Marines did look like Angels.
Best to ya Brother, Welcome home.
Walt
You right brother!
Semper Fi
First of all, Semper Fi, welcome home, soldier, welcome home. Thank you for your service.
Secondly, this is a powerful tribute to all who gave some, particularly to those who gave all. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla (USAF, '83-85 medic)
This is a great memory for me too. I was a very young newspaper woman just getting started and everywhere I turned there were Warrant Officers coming and going from Hunter/Ft. Stewart and across the river in Carolins were the Paris Island marines.
Thank you for the memory.
Love,
Susan
God bless you.
Kathy
I didn't know you were in Vietnam, but it makes sense. You have been fighting wars all your life...It's time for some peace and joy for you.
Lightness to my special friend,
Amber "V"