Under fire or the orders of others,
Not a damn thing we do without our brothers.
In order for our flag to fly,
The wars must be fought, and we must die.
Enduring more than you can ever know,
Deep love for the corps is all that shows.
Sometimes plagued with the idea of doubt,
The words aye sir is all we’ll shout.
Attacking the enemy with great precision,
Then again, that is our mission.
Engulfed with pain and fright,
Shoot the bastards when they’re in sight.
May you stop criticizing and speaking your minds,
And instead pray for those behind enemy lines.
Rather than living that freedom of thought,
Instead with our blood that freedom was bought.
Never the less you have that right,
Even though you don’t join and fight.
Corps, country, and God we give our lives,
Over the battlefield my body lies.
Remember us if we shall parish,
Promise us the sacrifice we make you’ll cherish.
Semper Fidelis
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