There was dirt and dust;
soil the color of rust
fire and smoke often filled the air.
There were boys dressed in green
with the title Marine
in a land where nobody cared.

They were sorely battle worn
while their Flag was being torn
in the good ole U.S. of A.
Those who survive to tell
how they lived through that hell
count the Heroes who died today.

They were too young to die
yet they had honor and pride;
their Spirits soar in Heaven today.
Wandering jungles and hills,
through swamps and through vills
in search of the hopeless dream.

They wanted peace to remain,
and to die not in vain
and that someday others may say
that the sacrifices of youth
who fought for Freedom and Truth
is a price much too precious to pay.

Richard “Boon” Preston

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