His mornings spent eating breakfeast
Soldier wearing medals on breast
Discusses how back in the day
Many came home but thousands stayed
Refined by life he lived and lost
The price some payed great was the cost
The tours endured were more than one
Could stand some died before a winter Sun
Battles raging and firefights
Gritting teeth and all his might
Would let him come back home again
To her his wife and some old friends
War is Hell I'd hear him say
Nothing will change memories will stay
Inside my mind of battles fought
Of enemies my bullets caught
Somewhat mature yet tearful eyes
Would show feelings he cannot hide
As sighs would bring an end each time
Moments relived, life lost a crime
Some regrets will dwell for years
The battle ground instilled it's fear
Yet he survived what some did not
Marine, Hero, Soldier we owe alot