Its the night before the Crucible And its quiet in your Bay And as you toss and turn this night Your Mom begins to pray. A prayer not of completion For I know youre highly skilled Its more a prayer of vigilance That youre safe upon the field. Im closer than you think my Son Ill be there with every step And while you dream of finishing Its your Mom who hasnt slept. Time to wake, its 2 a.m. Before the rising sun So square away your gear and get Your ALICE and your gun. The march today will be a feat A hundred KLICKS it seems But you and your PLATOON stay sharp Youre soon-to-be MARINES. Your WAR BELT weighs a thousand pounds As you slog through mud and slime And you know before this trial ends The REAPER you must climb. Your arms will ache from carrying The injured UP AND OVER An obstacle some forty feet You can do it; youre a soldier. The MRES are dry as H--- Takes canteens to quench the thirst Your stomach feels like its inside out And you think it cant get worse. Four hours sleep in fifty-four The slow turning of the wheel Battlegrounds arent made for wimps Just Marines of time-forged steel. This is what youve trained for With sweat and tears and blood Remember that when youre on your belly Crawling through the mud. Your bayonet will strike its mark Your shots will all be true For now a WARRIOR youve become Its what youve trained to do. Your face is streaked with dirt and grit A mirror is not in sight And where your long hair once was You sport a HIGH and TIGHT. A flash of light, a MOON BEAM Strikes eerily upon your face You wear a mask of tubes and straps Youre disguised to withstand mace. Rappelling down the sides of cliffs Or moving through the mire Youve been trained by the very best Its a test of strength by fire. When you feel youre at the point Where completion cant be done Stay true, stay fast, youre almost there Your race is nearly run. Youll soon join ranks with Brothers Those who have gone before Its not easy but then it never was To become ESPRIT de CORPS. In those last few hours when YOU know youve survived the worst Think of all the bone-weary times For this moment youve rehearsed. Youll wear your necktie two-blocked Blouse creases fore and aft You walk a little taller now All things past are past. Standing on PARADE DECK At the end of thirteen weeks You exemplify strength and courage As tears run down your cheeks. Take refuge in your confidence Youve brought honor to your team You are now a man, my son A UNITED STATES MARINE. Jordans Mom December 2007
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 03:26:45 +0000
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