'The United States Marine's' Poem by Judi D. Kettelson

'Leave no Marine behind' they say,
'Shoot to kill, not wound'
This very elite group of Warriers
will be there for you soon.
In their tailored to fit uniforms,
there training is no less.
For when we talk about Marine's
we talk about the best.
The smallest group in the Military
for they can't be drafted, not a one
they pick this honor on their own,
their day is never done.
To even join they must have belts
in Marshall arts and such,
they must be sharp shooters
and hit their mark,
to have that special touch.
'The few the proud' these guys are there
to guard us when we sleep.
They even guard the President
as Jesus guarded his sheep.
They guard our nuclear weapons,
they guard the Pentagon
and all the American Embassies,
they could be your daughter or son.
Marine's live out of squad bays
that are made out of concrete,
they don't have the luxury
of sleeping with air or heat.
They are the toughest of the tough,
the bravest of the brave
the first ones in and the last ones out,
they are giving, they give, they gave.
Next time you see a U.S. Marine,
stop and tell him Thanks
for joining such a stable group,
along the line of ranks.
for these men and women are over due
for the respect they should receive,
Let's never forget the first ones there,
'The United States Marine's'