Treasure Island

Frank Pulver

(10/28/1971 / born-(Hudson, New York) - raised-(Tampa, Florida))

Melting Hot Fighting Machine

I am here to tell you a story
About a young Marine
That is not here to take the Glory
He is just the average lean, and mean fighting machine

Whose legacy is known from the world ‘over?
This is why he is one of a kind
He never turns and runs away especially when it is time to take cover
He never leaves a man behind

There are times when he had to play a battle of give and take
This is why he never shows a grin
Because of decisions are hard to make
He is only happy when he has those dirty bastards zeroed in

As he mows them to the ground
It gives him the upper hand
He know when death is coming around
This is why he was breed to be ready to take charge of the Command

This is why he is do strong from the night to the rising sun
Especially when his machine gun barrel is melting hot
Causing his enemies hide tail and run
Because he always gives more than he’s got

Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 20, 2013

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USMC Machine Gunner


By Frank Pulver April 19,2013

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