The Rusty Marine

The Rusty Marine

The rusty Marine, born gallant and brave
To his country, his allegiance raised.
He served in war to honor and protect
In battle he did not defect.

Through foxholes, trenches, gunfire and hell
His honor and pride never fell.
For in his heart, his faith was strong
Yet for home he did long.

Now he sits, tired, forlorn
For his youth he does mourn.
Because it ran so quickly by
He often thinks, "How time did fly."

Then he dons his old dress blues
And in his spirit, a change of hues.
He straightens up and stands with pride
His great honor, he can not hide.

Then he begins to gently weep
The memories come, pile upon heap.
A single tear falls from his eye
As he whispers, "Semper Fi."

Borrowed from Kelly's Marine Wives Site
[http://www.geocities.com/Pentagon/1717/]  with permission