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June 19, 2004
Parris Island Marines
Father's Day is tomorrow which naturally brings thoughts to me of my dad. When I think of him, this song/chant always comes to mind that he taught me while I was growing up. He is a Marine who fought in the Vietnam War and told me that it always touched him to hear fifty men lined up singing this at night.
We were born on Parris Island, the land that God forgot.
The sands are eighteen inches deep, the sun is blazing hot.
We get up every morning way before the dawn,
And run a hundred miles or more, before the day is gone.
So listen to me girl, to what I have to say.
You'll find yourself a tough Marine for each and every day.
He'll love you and he'll kiss you, he'll never be untrue.
Because there's nothing in this whole wide world a Marine cannot do.
And when I get to Heaven, Saint Peter I will tell:
Another Marine reporting Sir; I've served my time in Hell.
And when I look beside me, what will I see?
A hundred thousand more Marines, standing next to me.
Marines. Marines. Marines.
Posted by tami at June 19, 2004 1:09 PM
Comments
I can only imagine what it must have been like for him.
Posted by: lynne at June 20, 2004 1:28 PM