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Started by Scotsman, July 16, 2009, 11:08:38 AM

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Merlin the Elder

#45
You can have your army Khakis,
And your navy blues,
Here's a different sort of fighting man,
I'll introduce to you.

His uniform is unlike
Any you've ever seen;
And the Germans called him Devil Dog,
But his real name is Marine!

He was born on Parris Island (San Diego or the Hills of Quantico)
The land that God forgot.
The sand was 14 inches deep,
the sun was blazing hot.

He'd get up every morning,
Way before the sun,
And he'd run a hundred miles or more,
Before the day was done.

He fought in the cold of Korea,
In the heat of Viet Nam.
When ever our country goes to war,
The Marines are first to land.

We'll fight them on the ground,
We'll fight them in the sky,
When the Army and Navy are heading home,
The Marines are standing by.

And when he gets to heaven,
To St. Peter he will tell,
"Another Marine reporting, Sir,
I've served my time in Hell"

** alternate version **

You can have your Army Khakis,
And your Navy Blues,
But here's a different fighting man,
I'll introduce to you.

His uniform is unlike,
Any you've ever seen,
The Germans called him Devil Dog,
His title is Marine.

He was trained in Paris Island,
The place that God forgot,
The sand was fourteen inches deep,
The sun was blazing hot.

He awakened up one morning,
In front of his rack he'll stand,
And in through the doorway walked,
A giant of a man.

He turned and faced this young Marine,
With eyes as cold as steel,
He said, I am your DI,
And this is for real.

I'll make your life as miserable,
As miserable as I can,
And when you finally leave this place,
You'll be a fighting man.

You'll be a rifle expert,
You'll know your weapon well,
And when you finally leave this place,
You have spent some time in Hell.

Now gather around you young Marines,
And lend me all your ears,
And I'll tell you of a few things,
We've conquered through the years,

We fought at Iwo Jima,
The land of fire and Hell,
We killed all those Japanese,
And took their land as well.

Now you can tell your ladies,
And this my Lad is true,
To get herself a young Marine,
There is nothing he can't do.

He's peeled a million onions,
And twice as many spuds,
Then you'll find him in the slot chutes,
A soaking up the suds.

And when he gets to Heaven,
St.Peter he will tell,
"Another Marine reporting Sir.
I've served my time in Hell."
Living life in the slow lane
ROoL #116; the Jack of Daniels; AARP #7; SS# 000-00-0013
I've upped my standards. Now, up yours.
...and may all your babies be born naked...

JimsDana

Many thanks to you M'Lord Merlin,

The second version is closer to any that I found.
Mother is happy that you have taken your time to help.
Her Marine, My Hero, and a good friend to many people will be laid to rest Friday morning (9/16/2010) at the Veteran Cemetery in Houston at 9:30am.

There are not enough adequate words to express our thanks for the prayers and thoughts that have come our way, so for know I will just say again, Thank you all.
Dana
Take my hand and walk with me through life, or send me in the general direction, then point and laugh!

Monsignor de Beaumanoir

#47
You can keep your Army Khakis,

And your Navy Blues.

Theres a different type of fighting man,

that i'd like to introduce.

His uniform is different,

the best you've ever seen.

The Germans called him Devil Dog,

His real name is Marine.

His home is Parris Island,

The land that God forgot

The sand is 18 inches deep,

and the sun is blazing hot.

He's deadly with a rifle,

and a bayonet of steel.

He took the devils calling card ,

He's mastered how to kill.

"I've fought so many battles,

And won them as you've seen.

There is no better fighting man,

The United States Marine!"(this comment is still in contention by those who served as US Army Paratroopers)

And when he gets to Heaven,

to St. Peter he will tell,

"One more Marine reporting sir,

I've served my time in Hell."

Monsignor de Beaumanoir


You can have your army khaki; you can have your navy blue
But here's the kind of fighter I'll introduce to you.

His uniform is different it's the best you've ever seen
The enemy calls him Devil-dog, but his real name is Marine.

He trained in San Diego a place in no-man's land
He took the woe and hell of boot and came out a better man.

He stalked the plains of Pendleton and there learned the arts of war
Then staggered out on liberty to gripe about the Corps.

He sailed the broad the Pacific aboard a Swabbie ship
His stomach felt the ocean roar with every drunken dip.

He didn't go to breakfast, and he nibbled evening chow
He learned the salty ways of men stretched over a rolling bow.

He spent a night of liberty in far off old Japan
He learned the art of Orient love and drank with a slant-eyed man.

The sake and the incense - they reeled his head about
He barely made it to the docks before the ship pulled out.

He battled in Korea- the land that God forgot
Where the snow is sixty inches deep, and the sun in scorching hot.

He climbed a million mountains and twice as many hills
And in between the shrieking shells he took malaria pills.
From Inchon Strip to No-name Ridge to the frozen reservoir
He marched with twenty thousand men to the frozen hell of war.

He blessed the day that winter left And when the summer came
He sweat his aching body dry then drowned in the rain.

He was waiting for rotation - the likes he'd never see
While playing war with the Chinamen and swatting flies and fleas.

He climbed the hills he took the woe he glowed in victory
But the bravest thing he ever did was to down the deadly three.

Now the deadly three have taken their toll on more than one Marine
It's corned beef hash, and meat and beans, and noodles that make him scream.

They come in dry c-rations that tear a man in two
And for some good old stateside chow, he'd throw the book at you.

He fell on a hill in Korea one dread and misty morn
A hill where bullets and shrapnel have left their dreadful scorn.

They laid him in a stretcher they laid him where he fell
He had finished his bloody cruise into this bloody hell.

Mairte

My father is a veteran.(Raising us I think he still thought he was a staff sargeant,lol.)
My oldest daughter is a veteran, served time in the middle east.
My middle daughters husband is in the Navy, they are stationed in Sicily.

crashbot

#50
Yep. 12 years US Army. 13F, E-5.

1-319th AFAR supported 504 PIR 82nd ABN
HHB Divarty  support 2/1 Cav 2AD
HHB 9/1 FA support 1-10 Cav 4ID
1/41 FA  supported 2/7 INF 3ID

Was also attached 2ID for 6 months and 10th MTN for a deployment.

Anyone who has the power to make you believe absurdities has the power to make you commit injustices. - Voltaire

William of Ware

USAF 1984 -1988
Aircraft Mechanic B-52G  Blythville AFB AR.
Aircraft Mechanic B1B     Dyess AFB Tx

USAFR 1988 -current
Aircraft Mechanic C-5A    Westover ARB Ma.
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Aniroaldawen

A billion huzzahs and a billion thank yous to all who have served our country.

Molden

USMC 1981-1985
Corporal 0311 (Basic Infantryman)
3rd Battalion 4th Marines (mostly Asia/S. Pacific aka Okinawa, many places from there...)
TAD 6 months attached 3rd Battalion 8th Marines, Beirut AFTER the HQ building was blown.

Happier times at Squad Leaders School (be afraid, be verrry afraid)

I'm the one "getting his daily supplement of iron".
Cat-like & Mercurial

Reliably Unreliable

mpullen

From my 20 years on nuclear submarines:

16 missiles
160 mushroom clouds
It's Miller time.