Veteran |
| by Phillip Burnette |
A veteran is what you are,
because you fought under the
Stripes and Stars.
In World War I and World War II,
we sure did lose a lot of you
to all the German troops.
And for the men and women whose names
are on that black marble wall:
These are the names that I respect most of all,
for you have taken a spot that could have been my dad's.
And for this I am truly glad.
So I will respect you to my dying day,
and make sure your legacy never fades away.
For one day I might join you there in heaven,
as a United States Marine, proud to call myself a veteran.
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