Marines, the memories that swirl in their head.
Memories of friends alive, fallen heros, and now dead
The chaos, the noise the fear and the smell,
The heat and the sand this sure must be hell.
Marines the memories that swirl in their head
Wake up to morning or wake up to night,
The fear that they feel it just cant be right.
Why don't the politicians or anyone understand,
Are we fighting for freedom or just for some sand?
Marines the memories that swirl in their head.
The images they see the after math of war,
Body parts and pieces all over the ground,
Casualties of war strewn all around.
When will it end this bloodshed they see?
They pray to God, just don't let it be me.
Will they go home and be the same or is all
of this going to declare them insane?
The swirls of these memories are burnt in their brain.
By Dottie Kee
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