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"Bury me Next to a Marine"Bury me next to a Marine, When my time has come to an end, So I can spend eternity, Beside my brother and friend I've served beside them for years And they've inspired me every day. They've never asked for anything, So a debt I can never repay. None of them served for glory, None for money or fame. But they've served in every clime and place, Heroes with but one name. No one will ever outdo them, Their honor is never outdone. They will all go down in history, As America's favorite sons. Marines will never fail you, And their guard will never cease. Please bury me next to a Marine, So I may rest in peace.HM2(FMF) Robert L. Owens August 31, 2007
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The soldier stood and faced God, Which must always come to pass, He hoped his shoes were shining, Just as brightly as his brass. "Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you? Have you always turned the other cheek? To My Church have you been true?" The soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I ain't, Because those of us who carry guns, Can't always be a saint. I've had to work most Sundays, And at times my talk was tough, And sometimes I've been violent, Because the world is awfully rough. But, I never took a penny That wasn't mine to keep... Though I worked a lot of overtime When the bills got just too steep,And I never passed a cry for help, Though at times I shook with fear, And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.I know I don't deserve a place Among the people here, They never wanted me around, Except to calm their fears.If you've a place for me here, Lord, It needn't be so grand, I never expected or had too much, But if you don't, I'll understand." There was a silence all around the throne, Where the saints had often trod, As the soldier waited quietly, For the judgment of his God."Step forward now, you marine, You've borne your burdens well, Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, You've done your time in Hell."
The sun is down, and day is done. A mother's lost, her only son. a A little girl, has lost her dad. His little boy is always sad.He's left behind, a grieving wife. This war's destroyed, her hopes, her life.The warrior's gone; now laid to rest; for all of us; we've lost our best.He gave his life, so far away, and freedoms torch won't pass away.They say this war will end them all, but violent ways again will call.The rich and strong have sent our best, to seek out gold, an endless quest.To gain more wealth, our soldiers die; it matters not, that mothers cry.What good has come? I cannot tell. That's why they say, that war is hell.