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My Guy and
the Corps
When he came home the first time,
My heart had jumped for joy;
For this strong young man before me,
Was not the same young boy.
He brought with him a strange new life,
This man in forest green;
But I soon became accustomed to
The ways of my Marine.
I noticed then how straight he stood,
His movements sure and true
And pride lit up his eyes because,
He acheived what he pursued.
I soon had learned this uniform,
Was a privilege, not a right;
Earned only by hard work, and sweat,
His knowledge, and his fight.
Thus, he is now a fighting man,
In a famed and fighting Corps;
That has proved itself through time and test,
And terrible years of war.
It wasn't long when after,
His training had begun;
I learned that I must share his love,
With the masterful M-1.
No longer a civilian,
Not even a small part;
For even when at home on leave,
The Corps is in his heart.
In reference he speaks with pride,
In demonstration shown;
A loyalty we can not know,
Or ever hope to own.
I speak of him with constant pride,
I love him more and more;
And as his wife I know and share,
His feelings for the Corps.
Oh, there've been lonely hours,
A lot of time for thought;
But the freedom of our country,
Is why he's there, and why they fought.
I'm thankful that he chose the Corps,
For they are both the same;
Strong, proud and victorious,
After every rough campaign.
Oh, I'd not trade one hour,
of that constant loneliness;
For I'm repaid a thousand-fold,
By his love and tenderness.
And, as I look upon him,
A prayer comes to my mind;
"Dear God, may he never face the fate,
His gallant predecessors had to find."
by Mrs. Nadine G. Rice
Published in the July 1960 issue
Leatherneck Magazine
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