Dear Sgt. Grit,
Two years ago my dad passed away, so we gave him a send off Marine style. We buried him in his favorite t-shirt Marines never die they just go to hell and regroup,along with his favorite vietnam vets hat, needless to say not all the relatives approved but the great men from the Marine Corps league that came and did my dads funeral said it was priceless. I read a poem at his funeral that he had written while he was in Vietnam, that I would like to share with you all.
Life of a Marine
by Donald Douglas Jones
We Are United States Marines earning our monthly pay, we guard those people with millions for only $2.93 a day.
We get lonesome, we cry, and sometimes even dream, at times its more than a man can stand.
For we are not convicted criminals, only defenders of our land.
We live only on letters, memories, and waiting to go home to our gals. Hoping like hell, while we were gone, they have’nt married our best pals.
Nobody knows we are living and no one gives a damn, for at home we are forgotten, we belong to Uncle Sam.
Now time we spent in the Marine Corps is time we’ll never miss. Don’t let those posters fool ya I’ll never re-enlist.
One day, when we stagger through heavens gates, we’ll hear St. Peter yell, ” Fall out you Salty Bastards, ” you’ve spent your time in Hell !
Written by, Donald Douglas Jones a very proud Marine!
I would like to thank each and every Marine for defending our great country. May God bless you and keep you safe, where ever you may be.
Shannon J. Johnson