We'll pray for our souls
from in our foxholes.
We pray for our friends
that the war soon ends

We look at the night sky
And pray we don't die
That is just our story
We're not here for glory

Don't think I am mean
because I'm a Marine.
Sometimes it's Love
from the Lord above

It is hard to show the part
That others call a Heart
From inside these Marines
and under their greens

Fulfilling your dream
though we're not seen
That's what it means
By being Marines!

We are the ones,
people called sons.
We are the boys
we all had toys

We went to distant shores
those were our chores
To seen them agian
would be great my friend.

U.S. Marines the first to fight.
On distant shores at dawn's light.
We are the few, and the proud.
Holding our heads high in the crowd.

Poem by;
Michael W. Dimond
Cpl U.S. Marines
H&S Co.
SupBn.
1st FSR
1st MarDiv
Camp Pendleton,Ca,92055
June 6,1973 to June 3,1977