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Photo by Vince Alongi.
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Readers, this week we’ve posted the poems that a U.S. Marine drafted during a deployment to Iraq and that a Vietnam veteran shared with us. Scroll down below to read them.
We have a special section on our website where we keep all of the reader poems that we’ve published so far, check it out here.
As always, we welcome your poetry submissions. All poems should be e-mailed to Corina.Notyce.ctr@tma.osd.mil, in the body of the e-mail, not as an attachment. For more information about our poetry initiative, click here.
From Marine to Marine
By: Nicholas Vandeventer
A cold rain begins to pour down my back
The blood of my foe's and brother's mingle and clean from my body.
Running through the war torn street carrying my dead brother looking frantically which way to go I hear a cry, then I feel numb,
The rain washes more blood from my body but now it's mine.
Our enemies are coming to see us, my brother and I,
We tried not to die, oh if only our mothers wouldn't cry.
"For Honor, Courage, and Commitment!" I cried.
If only we didn't have to die.
We served for love of nation, corps, and pride.
If only we didn't have to die.
A shot!
A shot from who?
"United States Marine!"
Joy! We're saved my brother and I,
Our other brothers have come so we don't have to die.
I wake, why? Back at base am I,
Look I do for my brother who came so I wouldn't die.
"Nurse, nurse I cried. Where is my brother who wouldn't let me die?"
Not a word, she only cried.
There that day I died.
In the streets where my brother and I bled side by side.
Why? Why did they have to die?
Then in my mind all I hear is, Semper Fi.
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