I wonder in the night time
I wonder who will hear
I wonder if they know . . . . .
How close, I am near.
Do they have a family?
Do I give a fuck?
They will only live . . . . . .
If they fucking duck!!
The first one did not duck,
The other looks my way.
I crank another round home
And send him on his way.
It’s baggage and I know it.
Man, it really sucks.
If only I’d not been there and . . . . . .
If only they had ducked.
Patrick Johannesen, U.S.M.C. Copyright © 1995 by Patrick Johannesen
A green phantom stalks these lands,
Thirty Ought Six in a Master's hands.
Chamber a matched, perfect round,
Slide home the bolt, forward and down.
Stay detached, loose and cool,
Time your breathing, remember the rule.
Get them now, kill them clean,
before they can hurt another Marine.
The first dies quick, the second has looked,
that one dies fast, a third has booked.
Number Three goes down, sight on Number Four,
this one's for my Brothers, Brothers of the Corps.
Even now at home, I remember that scene,
the four of them and a young Marine,
I would do it again, once more with pride,
to protect my Marines, the enemy has died.
~ Jungle Vet '95 ~