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Soldiers Wake Up

Soldiers Wake Up! Soldiers wake up! Knowing there are missions ahead. A cold, distant, and dark morning, eating away at their bodies . In a strange land. Hesitant, they will continue with a gun in hand. There is no choice; they will rise with their bodies hurt and sore. They will watch out for each other on the field. They all know they must continue. Their minds are focused, straight on the task they so much hate. For they will be in the midst of danger on the battle field,Advancing with pain, injured, and tired. They simply ignore it. This is what they train for. Then after so long, with the suns beating rays battling them. They find this land dry, dark, and dead. Silent and sedate. That's all they knew. For they watch each other, like brothers they know this day's battle will be over. Injured and hurting with scars, and blood and sweat. The day will get dark and cold,The same way it is in the morning. For now they load up, heads held strong,with sorrow, loneliness, yearning, yet accomplishment. Their mission is done for the day; they mournfully eye each other, knowing they can't go home. But remembering sadness and brothers for they have to continue, the next day, and the next. For this is a war for freedom, every day. Someone has to pick up the pieces, a wife, aunt, sister, mother, cousin a family. They know little of those who support them. Let's show our warriors we have hearts. God bless our soldiers.

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The Title

  I am so proud of my father   I am the son of a Marine       He was no ordinary man   He would enlist at seventeen       His father gave in saying, “they won’t take him.”   To Parris Island he went where the pain would begin.       Marine Corps DI’s are the heart of the Corps   Turning men from nothing into so much more!       My dad would remind me over the years   This transformation came from blood, sweat, and tears.       So off to a foreign land thousand miles away   He would brave sub-zero weather and make the communist pay.       These 1st Division Marines would fight insurmountable odds,   Delivering defeat to the Chinese with the protection from God.       As I sat on my footlocker in a squad bay at P.I.   I now understood why Marines are so willing to die.       Marines are the protection, created by our Lord   To secure American safety she could never afford.       I love my country so proud to be a Marine   No greater honor I accomplished my dream.       February 1st can’t come too fast   As my own son’s dream will arrive at last.       Casey will carry on the family tradition   Serving our country with no guarantees or conditions.       He will be a U.S. Marine, the world’s greatest warrior   Committing his life just like those before him.       One fact is certain before our lives are final   As Marines there is no doubt, we earned the title!       Written by Casey Shattuck 1/2/2013   USMC 1979-1985

‘Twas The Day Before Christmas

TWAS THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS

While forward deployed to Naples, Italy we (1st FAST Co. 3rd Platoon) were assigned to re-inforce a Naval installation in Gaeta, Italy during Christmas & New Years 2000-2001. Half of the platoon was guarding the USS LaSalle while docked and the other half of us set up a reinforced perimeter on the small Naval base. During our time there, a number of us contributed to writing a ridiculous poem about Santa trying to get onto the base without his I.D.

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Twas the day before Christmas

TWAS THE DAY BEFORE CHRISTMAS

While forward deployed to Naples, Italy we (1st FAST Co. 3rd Platoon) were assigned to re-inforce a Naval installation in Gaeta Italy during Christmas & New Years 2000-2001. Half of the platoon were guarding the USS LaSalle while docked and the other half of us set up a reinforced perimeter on the small Naval base. During our time there, a number of us contributed to writing a ridiculous poem about Santa trying to get onto the base without his I.D.

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A Father’s Final Message

A Fathers Final Message

You never know when that moment will hit you and it always catches you by surprise.

It’s the thought of you leaving that rips through my soul and brings instant tears to my eyes.

Now those moments are more frequent as your time here decreases.
It will be most difficult on your mother as her heart is sure to break into many pieces.

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call them marines

The bringers of death saviors of life they are few but known worldwide. They are proud to do what must be done at any cost. You might know them as jar heads or the worlds 9-11. Our enemies know them as devil dogs. They sacrifice their lives doing what they believe is right. In places they do not know in places so far from home. To protect or freedoms to defend our rights they will willingly give their lives. They are not known by their age sex or race. They are not hero’s or show off’s they do not have a death wish. They do what they were trained to do without a fuss. That’s why they are and always will be called MARINES.

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poem from Vietnam 1966

I don’t know where this might fit in, leave it up to you if you find it worth posting.

I was with Charlie Battery, 1st Battalion, 11th Marines 1966 in I Corps when I sent this home to my bride to be

OMEGA   Omega he said. Omega he cried The bringer of death, to one who just died. I am the last, you'll know on earth. The one who ends, your life from birth Omega he said. Omega he cried.   Your life in my hand, your future to give. You were born to die, not given to live. I am the end, of all you know, Sent from on "high" to bring you low. Your life in my hand, your future to give.   I never knew you, you never knew I. We did not question, but went forth to die. "Orders" they said, "The enemy kill" You were my foe, I did their will I never knew you, you never knew I.   The bringer of death. The reaper am I. Patiently waiting, for you to come by. Nearer you came. so unaware. To end your life, I did not care. The bringer of death. The reaper am I.   I look down my sights. I see you quite clear. The image I see, seems so very near. The recoil soft. You drop mid stride. What have I done. Another has died. I look down my sights. I see you quite clear.   Omega am I. Avenger so deft, That when I kill you, there's less of me left. Mine not to ask. I do as told. I kill you first, then I grow old Omega I am. Avenger so deft.   It is to late now. I've taken your life. A picture I find, of your child and wife. Do it again? You know I would. As you to me, as if you could. It is to late now. I've taken your life.   Omega, the end. Omega, it's done. The battle is o'er and no one has won. They lied to me. They lied to you. I took your life and took mine too. Omega, the end. Omega, it's done.   jade