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Marine's Life
My mom gives birth to me,
Not very strong.
Until I hit grade school,
I'm moving along.
I made new friends day and day,
Now I'm in high school,
They don't even say hey.
Then a recruiter comes in big and strong,
I decide to join the Marines,
Now let's hear it from mom.
She say no,
Please, please you do not know.
I only respond with it's time to let me go
I pack my bag and aboard the bus,
As soon as we get on our instructors make a fuss.
When we arrive to our brand new home,
Our instructors just scream go,go,go.
12 weeks of basic training is finally done,
Now it's time to show who's the top gun.
I enter my first war May 19,
As we stormed towards enemy lines forms tunnels beneath.
Bullets ripped through men I know,
Now all I want is the day for us to go home.
Day and day the smell of death filled the air,
But when we battled at night it could never compare.
Fire from snipers filled the air,
As we look for cover,
That was never there.
My career ended when I was only 27,
The smell of death was no longer it was the smell of heaven.
I was going home I was ready at last,
My dreams for filled they where a thing of the past.
I enter my mothers home wounded and sore,
My mother lays me down before I hit the floor.
My mother looks at me like she did when I was a kid,
She begins to cry and she drops her head,
As she knows I am nearly dead.
She starts singing me my last lullaby,
As I lay in my bed and finally die.

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A true and sad story of a fellow marine