Posted on May 28th, 2005 at 10:05 pm by Bulldog
Twenty years old and he’s scared to die.
His body is riddled with shrapnel and the bleeding just won’t stop.
The Corpsman doesn’t think he’ll make it but tries anyway.
Gunny keeps telling him to hang in there, it’ll be alright.
The young Marine finally passes in his sleep.
A Landstuhl gurney serves as his death bed.
His buddies all tell how brave he was, jumping on the IED like he did.
His second tour over there ends two months too early.
His medals were all pinned upon his chest.
Purple heart and Bronze star with Combat V.
His dress blues immaculate on his lifeless body.
Face cleaned and shaven, inspection ready.
Small town America calls him a hero.
His pastor tells how unselfish he was, helping all he could.
His girlfriend says he proposed when last home on leave.
Through teary eyes she tells how she never answered him.
A parade through downtown memorializes his life.
Flags waving, yellow ribbons everywhere.
Casket drawn by horses, people lined up to honor him.
Tears line the strangers faces as they pay tribute to their hometown boy.
Mom and Dad at graveside crying.
Eulogies read by friends and family.
He was too young they say, it wasn’t his time.
Grief-stricken faces say goodbye.
Taps is played, guns are fired.
A hero’s tribute given.
His casket flag folded smartly.
The Gunny hands it to his Mom.
Through a veil of tears she cries out NO!
His Father sobbing asks God why.
No easy answers on this day.
His casket lowered to its final resting place.
The reasons for this war are still unfolding.
Critics and supporters could debate it for years to come.
But his parents’ grief won’t be abated.
Another Marine has died for what now seems like lies.





