Flag Draped Coffins
Written by Semper Fi Reborn
2nd Bn., 6th Marines, Fox Co. 1st Plt.
Wpns. Trng. Bn., Echo Range
The protestors crowded the square,
Shouting, Babykillers!
Murderers!
You don't fight for us you dogs!
As they spat on us,
They had no remorse.
They let their spittle land on my face.
On the faces of my brothers and sisters.
Right below the eyes.
Eyes that had seen death far too much.
And their spit ran down our faces like crude tears.
As we wondered if we should have just given up,
And died?
Given up and let the enemy of our land take over?
Laid down our weapons and surrendered our rights?
Handed over Old Glory,
To be mocked and burned?
Then we saw the hearses,
Stretched for what seemed like miles.
We remembered the voices,
The faces of our fallen.
And we made a vow.
It said:
I'LL EMPTY THE MAGAZINE OF THIS WEAPON,
BEFORE I ALLOW ANOTHER FLAG DRAPED COFFIN!!
Then I slapped the guy that spit on me.
2007-11-11
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