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A Poem
As I left for boot camp, having enlisted in the Corps,
It didn't take me long to know, the Marines expected more.
Our drill instructor said, "You will be the best!"
We found this out when we took the real test.
The real test was a place we'd never seen.
The only thing we knew for sure, it was always very green.
The Vietnamese would say, "G.I. number one!"
But at night we really didn't know if they had a gun.
The extreme heat, blood and long heavy rains,
Would sometimes make you feel that you were going insane.
The politicians at home, sitting at their desk,
Know that the economy was at it's very best.
Weapons, bullets and helicopters, you know,
Keep the idle hands busy and make our pockets grow.
Our Gunnery always said, "I train my men so I would want to fight beside them",
And if he saw your families now, he'd say, "I'd go with them again!"
You gave it your all because you're the best,
Our Gunnery would then say you have passed the real test.
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