Freedom Is Never Free
So the fallen are never forgotten!
My eyes are gritty, my body sore. I cannot believe I’m in the Marine Corps. I plan each day to do my best. My uniforms neat, but man I need rest. I follow instructions and orders all day. I never talk back, although that’s my way. Above and beyond, I am willing to go. Each day brings me closer to the day of the Show. Our theater Iraq, the Shield becomes Storm. I shed not a tear, but the fear it is strong. I grit my teeth,...