They did not know who came for them
In their entrenched redoubts
Who should be pressed into the sands
By blustering and shouts
Yet it did not turn out as planned
Through fire and horror scenes
They saw their vanguard swept away
By the United States Marines
The brotherhood of soldiering
That does not have a peer
That always answers freedom call
And all that we hold dear
So when you spot the Red and Blue
Topped by a snow white cover
Remember that they pledge their lives
And treat them as a brother
The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior
Saturday, November 10, 2012
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