Soldier of the Sea
Semper Fidelis to the maritime warrior
Born in a bar, I came into this world feet first. I picked up a gun and trained my sights on the most unfortunate of souls. Through battle after battle, I have shown my mud-caked boots and well-tailored Dress Blues. I’ve cracked jokes and beers and shed tears at battlefield crosses. I’ve spilt blood and smiled with cracked teeth. I’ve slept anywhere at any time and woke to the sounds of enemy chatter. I’ve experienced sibling rivalry and infighting. I’ve chewed out LTs and saluted those who earned the highest honor. I’m older than the nation I serve. With an English bulldog by my side and whatever breed I am, old or new, I find that General ‘Chesty’ always knew best. I’ve made love to death on more occasions than I can count. The grip of the grave forever calls but I still answer the cry of my country. With so many years already past, I continue to fight onward as a soldier of the sea. That is a title I can accept as long as you remember ‘of the sea.’ I am separate and distinct. My flag is as red as the fluid pumping through my body. It stands out among black, blue, and white. It’s the first thing that grabs the eye. As I stand at attention, centuries flood back against the walls of my mind. The color green paints my status as a warrior. I rest on nothing but the trigger. There is power in the Corps.
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I enjoyed this d description of a wartime soldier 🌹🌹🌹
I wonder what is in people's souls that drives them to serve. Yet so many do. Thank you for your service, echoes everywhere. Many take them for granted. Knowing nothing of the pain of the battlefield. PTSD on every lip. Blessings to the many.
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