I'm a Marine and proud to be;
I fight on land , air and sea;
I live with discipline and tradition;
I'm willing to fight under any condition.
If there is a war, I'll never hide;
I'll guard my country with utmost pride.
While in boot camp I went through hell;
But I learned their technique very well.
Oh how to dress and how to talk;
Of how to sleep and how to walk;
How to jump and follow orders;
To clean out lockers and sleeping quarters.
My days in the CORPS have been hard spent;
And I've said a lot of things I never meant;
Such as, once in a while you could hear me shout;
"I can't wait for the day I get out".
Joining the CORP I would often curse.
"Nothing, I would scream could ever be worse".
Memories? YES, I have quite a few
Perhaps more that any of you.
The times I marched and learned to shoot;
The time we stole the Sergeants boots.
The getting up early and the hurries chow,
It doesn't seem so bad then as I look at it now.
For nothing would I trade these things;
That special feeling that wearing blues brings.
That certain pride when I walked down the street;
That look of respect from the people I meet.
Above all others I stand tall and lean;
"YES", I am proud to be a United States Marine. |
