TO MY FRIEND
Vietnam war is just a vague memory now,
most of us who fought it were never even asked to take a bow.
came home, picked up the pieces and went on somehow......
American public doesn't have a clue,
what some of their U.S. Marines were asked to do.
I know, and I'm writing this to show my respect for you.
battlefield has always been the Corpsman's domain.
there for us no matter how harsh the weather or how rough the terrain.
comfort, and just by being there he eases the pain.
wounded in battle is a terrifying plight.
it's worse yet in the middle of the night,
having a Corpsman there helps us to overcome our fright.
call "HELP!! CORPSMAN, I'M HIT" always comes at the worst possible
is no cover, the hillside is always steep and hard to climb.
either rocky shale or covered with slime.
is hell!! It's the scourge of the earth,
combat is the "acid test" of a man's true worth.
not a coward or a hero just by virtue of his birth.
on his values from his family, his leaders and his friends.
no saint! That he never pretends.
we can see his true character by the message he sends.
a gentle soul, but his body is hard and lean.
be frightened but his voice sounds out calm, firm and serene,
ME BOYS, I'M GOING OUT TO HELP THAT WOUNDED MARINE"!
our wounds, then as he looks into our face,
to God for strength, wisdom and grace,
if any of us will ever get out of this terrible place.
far from the comforts of home, and death is always near.
we are about to lose our life, it becomes even more dear.
closely together as we try to overcome our fear.
we wouldn't even consider trading places with the guys in the rear.
there is a trouble spot in the world and tempers begin to flare,
can bet that the Marine Corps will soon be there,
it be on land, at sea or in the air.
are a proud bunch and our motto is "Semper Fi."
hard and we shoot for the X in the bullseye!!
sharp in our dress blues and we make the ladies sigh,
when the chips are down and we watch our comrades bleed and die,
one of us is man enough to break down and cry.
the battle is over and the dust has had a chance to settle,
to pay tribute to those who have truly shown their mettle.
the pilots, the tankers, and the gunners.
ribbons on everyone from the generals to their runners.
it's the Corpsman who has cradled a bloodied head to his chest,
will be remembered with kindness when we have forgotten the rest.
that you had the right stuff when put to the test, so...
TALL MARINE, YOU ARE ONE OF THE BEST!!!