Staying Alive-poem

by Samuel De Lemos

Marines are made
molded into fighting men
A brotherhood
of blood and guts.
Warriors till’ the end.
I bought silkies today
from Amazon dot com
so I can reminisce
when I stood erect
during morning formation.
First Sergeant
called us girls and
other endearing terms.
He made us killers.
Wouldn’t accept anything less.
Coffee cup in hand he’d say,
“It’s good to be alive
and in the Corps.”
He’d knew about
staying alive—
Eight Purple Hearts
and shrapnel in his head.