"Maldita Suerte"
by pogbaitpoetry
Or maybe we are the lucky ones
Craving friction, praying for rain
Wanting to breathe blood and bash knuckles
But on days like this, I believe we were fortunate.
We came home whole.
Generations of Marines were not as fortunate.
We gave some, they gave all
Shoes that cannot be filled, promises that cannot be broken
the path paved in flesh and blood
We will make the grass grow when it’s our time.
But until then reflection and honor bestowed upon those who came before us.
pogbaitpoetry is the pseudonym of an active duty Marine. Follow him here.
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