Poetry

The Few, The Proud, The Wives

The Few, The Proud, The Wives

"From the halls of Montezuma
To the shores of Tripoli"
Can never compare to all the love
He'll ever get from me

That M16 he carries
So proudly in his fists
Won't caress his battered heart
Or greet him with a kiss

He'll be hidden well among the trees
In his muddy cami-greens
But the corps will never hide
The way he feels for me

Across the sea and through the air
Over barren desert lands
Love between a wife and troop
The corps will never understand

The Few The Proud The Marines
Is the way he lives his life
When in reality we know it ends
The Few The Proud The Wives


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