Thursday, September 10, 2009

We Buried a Marine Today

We buried a Marine today
in the graveyard behind our house.

Umbrellas huddled around the awning,
His casket Covered in Glory.

Near the Carillon, seven Riflemen at parade rest
for His Service,
unflinching in Devotion to Duty.

Their woolen tunics weep at the hem,

their seven rifles fire three volleys each.

Torrents beat a Tattoo on the canvas as
Marines tri-fold his Glory to the intonations of Taps.

His Glory, His triumvirate:
Eagle, Globe, Anchor.

His Compass, tri-pointed:
Improvise, Adapt, Overcome.

His Creed, His Trinity:
Honor, Courage, Commitment.

We buried a Marine today
in the graveyard behind our house.

You've been relieved, Marine. You go get some rest.
The Marines have this Watch.

Semper Fi

On behalf of the President of the United States, the Commandant of the Marine Corps, and a grateful nation, please accept this flag as a symbol of our appreciation for your loved one's service to Country and Corps.

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Gray Day Graves

Traffic in the graveyard today, lots. Gray, dreary days always bring them out. Mostly gray heads in cars, always alone. Too wet to get out, so they sit and stare at some spot--3 rows back and just to the left of the holly. And remember, I guess. Windshield wipers sweeping away God's tears.