I need a poem/speech for a retiring marine. please help?

Answer 1

Some people consider the men and women in our military as the real heroes and as a youngster I thought so too. The uniform, the shiny boots, the rifle, and the parades and marching bands all made me think, " I want to be just like them when I grow up". And then I joined up and learned just how hard it was to become a United States Marine. We learned to rely on each other and go into battle first and get the job done at all costs. Yes, we became heroes. But my heroes are those people that struggle every day to bring up their kids to be honest and respected men and women, those who carry on after losing everything that matters to them, those who have nothing but are still willing to share, those who don't give up or buckle when the cards deal them a losing hand. Most of all my heroes are those who willingly give their sons and daughters to fight for their country knowing that these young men and women may pay the ultimate price. It takes an inner strength to do all this that doesn't come from boot camp training or battle experience. These are ordinary, everyday Americans that believe in their country. They are what I fight for. They are my Heroes.

Answer 2

the road not taken.


Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920.

1. The Road Not Taken


TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 5

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same, 10

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back. 15

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Answer 3

“There were Northwesterners with straw-colored hair … and delicately spoken chaps with the stamp of the Eastern universities on them. There were large-boned fellows from Pacific-coast lumber camps, and tall, lean Southerners who swore amazingly in gentle, drawling voices. There were husky farmers from the corn-belt, and youngsters who had sprung, as it were, to arms from the necktie counter. And there were also a number of diverse people who ran curiously to type, with drilled shoulders and a bone-deep sunburn, and a tolerant scorn of nearly everything on earth. …

“They were the Leathernecks … the old breed of American regular, regarding the service as home and war as an occupation; and they transmitted their temper and character and view-point into the high-hearted volunteer mass which filled the ranks of the Marine Brigade.

“There is nothing particularly glorious about sweaty fellows, laden with killing tools, going along to fight. And yet—such a column represents a great deal more than 28,000 individuals mustered into a division. All that is behind those men is in that column, too: the old battles, long forgotten, that secured our nation … traditions of things endured and things accomplished, such as regiments hand down forever … and that abstract thing called patriotism, which I never heard combat soldiers mention—all this passes into the forward zone, to the point of contact, where war is girt with horrors. And common men endure these horrors and overcome them, along with the insistent yearnings of the belly and the reasonable promptings of fear; and in this, I think, is glory.”

Answer 4

It is the soldier, not the reporter,Who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet,Who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus organizer,Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.
It is the soldier, not the lawyer,Who has given us a right to a fair trial.
It is the soldier, like , who salutes the flag,
Who serves under the flag, And whose coffin is draped by the flag.

Answer 5

Marine lucky, lucky man.
you are now in one piece
not in a plastic bag like my niece.