Marines

Marines

You can have your Army Khakis,

And your Navy Blues,

But here's a different fighting man,

'll introduce to you.

His uniform is unlike,

Any you've ever seen,

The Germans called him Devil Dog,

His title is Marine.

He was trained in Paris Island,

The place that God forgot,

The sand was fourteen inches deep,

The sun was blazing hot.

He awakened up one morning,

In front of his rack he'll stand,

And in through the doorway walked,

A giant of a man.

He turned and faced this young Marine,

With eyes as cold as steel,

He said, I am your DI,

And this is for real.

I'll make your life as miserable,

As miserable as I can,

And when you finally leave this place,

You'll be a fighting man.

You'll be a rifle expert,

You'll know your weapon well,

And when you finally leave this place,

You have spent some time in Hell.

Now gather around you young Marines,

And lend me all your ears,

And 'll tell you of a few things,

We've conquered through the years,

We fought at Iwo Jima,

The land of fire and Hell,

We killed all those Japanese,

And took their land as well.

Now you can tell your ladies,

And this my Lad is true,

To get herself a young Marine,

There is nothing he can't do.

He's peeled a million onions,

And twice as many spuds,

Then you'll find him in the slot chutes,

A soaking up the suds.

And when he gets to Heaven,

St. Peter he will tell,

Another Marine reporting Sir.

'?ve served my time in Hell.

Written and copyright by: David Lee Bell

1968

Used with Special Permission of the Author

Copyright © 1968 - All Rights Reserved

and may not be duplicated without permission