I remember it well

that day of old

When I walked my old street
my suitcase in hand

and my papers in
Order

Orders to go

To Go
it sounded so
harsh
to me..................

I passed three men

they saw me too

I slowed my pace
cause I
knew

that they wanted to speak to me
had something to say

I, being respectful
gave them their way...

I sat down
with the three

Wise men!
They were...
I discovered that day
I will always remember

I see you signed up~
said the tall one

with a grin~
A smirk crossed the face

of the lined one...
he smelled of gin

Listen well chap,
said the short one...
he moved his pawn

he only glanced to
to wink.

Those were Men~~~
the Other one
said to me...

Those were Men~~
When I was in...

You don't see them
you won't hear of them
those men of mine

Those Marines

Those were Men
They were my friends
They were my Life

They were there in the
End

How will YOU stand
When the **** hits the fan?
Will you be there?

Will You take a stand?

The gin-one asked of me
and I could not reply
for

What the Hell do I know?
I just try to get by

Who are these Men?
Those few?
Who walk so proudly

And are numbered
so low?

The Chosen few...
The Ones to know
The Higher Class

I want to know!

I hope to see it now~
as I leave this place
and tip my hand

to my new old friends
as they play their chess
and nod at me

Who are these Men?
Those were men!

Let it be Me.

Amen.
May God Bless Me.
and protect me too...

As I pray for me
I will pray for you.

Semper Fi my friend~~

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