on the ground i lay far away from my home on the fields. i lay and wait for a warm hand to take me away, away to my home. the sand i lay on is cold to the touch now, my fingers digging into its ice filled grip.
brothers in arms we are called, called to the fight we did. are motto is “do or die” and “semper fi”. my life was long for 20 years but now i know i will never buy my first beer.
we fought them hard and we gave them hell in the end i was the one who fell. like a knife throu butter there round did hit now in the ground i soon will live.
i do not fear the reaper that is on his way nor do i regret this war i have joined. the sky gets dark to dark to see and the cold starts to strangle me. my heart races like an engine on full throtal and beating like a drum.
a voice calls out with in my ear, its my seargent who says “your not dieing here”.
seconds seem like hours and hours to days the dark void feels my soul and i am left on the ground to live.
a light shines down and i hear people wispering around, “am i in hevean? here to report to my new duty station” i say out loud. a reply comes from my side “yes you are marine, but that is for another day.”
my eyes open wide and the cold turned to heat as i feel the cold metal inside me start to hurt.”im alive” i shout out, my seargent looks and replys “yes marine alive and kicking”
i died and came back just to fight for my nation my country my corps.
“Semper Fi, do or die, allways trying but never will”