HONOR, COURAGE AND COMMITMENT
Was on a sunny, Sunday afternoon, our first time walking through that gate,
To our son a new beginning, but this time the US Marines, were to be his date.
Gave him a goodbye, and a long and hard embrace
I knew there would be tears, if I dared, to look him in the face.
Hugged his little sister, then gave his momma a squeeze too,
Said “I’ll try to stay in touch, I’ll try to write to you.
‘Cause where I’m going there is no phone, no such thing as email,
There’s even fewer conveniences, than in a small town jail.”
Told his cousin, who was wearing, grandpa’s marine jacket for the event,
“See you around man,” and off with his Sergeant he went.
My respect for him grew immensely, filled me up with a lot of pride,
Had to choke down some of those feelings, us men are trained to hide.
Have never seen my son so committed, to anything he’s done,
Guess that kind of commitment is why, the Marines have usually won.
I have walked among those like him, buried at Arlington,
Watched the changing of the guard at the tomb, of someone’s unknown son.
I’ve stood at the statue of Iwo Jima in awe at those men and their guts,
Turned around and had to listen to a bunch of liberals, and antiwar wingnuts.
Who do they think gave them the right, to express their leftwing thought?
It’s with kids like mine whose commitment, this freedom has been bought.
Anyone who thinks they can do and say whatever they want to say,
Better thank themselves a soldier, each and every single day.
There’s a big Semper Fi pasted on the window, of our front door,
All of those antiwar opinions, to me are things I just ignore.
This was not just any given Sunday; we were also celebrating my birth.
Guess it was God’s way of telling me, of my contributions to this earth.
My son is being sent to protect you all; his duty to you has been sworn.
I never would have dreamed it, 22 years ago when he was born.
To all of you that have been there, and those who want to be,
You have my respect, and a big thank you, coming straight from me.
I salute you all, for doing what is right,
I have the privilege of being free, because of those who chose to fight.
©Copyright October 2005 by Scott Wiley
Author’s Note: This poem was written shortly after my son left for boot camp in October 2005. The title of the poem reflects the US Marine Corps Motto.