Time passages

Sippin a coffee in the snow, a dispatch from the Captain.

What sort of Man is the Captain,

this kind

We took you to Hell, patched your wounds, fed you, gave you cover fire and brought all of our sons Home.

I was a Sailor on the USS Inchon (LPH-12)

18 years ago, I lost my house, career, wife and leg to a motorcycle accident.

My pride, was all that I had left, I never applied for food stamps

We are not the same.

Marines, we have sayin of sorts, believe you me, I know it to be true, I survived childhood (barely),

Before the Marine Corps

there was mom

Now you understand why I barely survived when she had a Birthday like this

am I right Brothers, of course I am

her cake was always Scarlet and Gold, but it was her cake g’damnit.

Some Men you know, you may not have known them personally, but you do know of them

Sitting out here, looking at my lake

it’s snowing…