As I walked in the store,
I saw a legless Marine,
Medals on his chest, smile on his face.

As he told me his tale,
Into his eyes I looked,
The dreaded thousand yard stare,
As the memories came back, it overtook.

Memories of death, gunfire, dead friends,
Overtook this poor man's soul.
It seemed going home in a box was the only end,
Laying in the sand, as the tide rolled.

An explosion was heard,
Marines started rushing,
Lusting for gore,
Overwhelming the enemy,
Lusting for more.

He looked away, tear in his eye,
He can speak no more,
The memories of his brothers, who died,
In service for their country, Semper Fi.