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Happy 235th Birthday Marines!! I served in the Marines Corps from 1995 - 2000 and have always thought of November 10th as being a special day for Marines and our nation. I want to extend my appreciation not only to Marines but to all men and women of our Armed Forces.
Being a Marine Corps Sniper I have always found the poem below to be more of a realistic story than a poem. I did not write the poem but would like to share.
Semper Fi
Sgt. Gary King
8541 Marine Corps Sniper
A Sniper crawls along a forest floor
A match grade barrel to do his chore
Blending with the woodland scene
He leaves no trace of where he's been
A single task occupies his mind
To the outside world he is blind
One single task, one single goal
Only his mission occupies his soul
He moves into the open grass
The enemy patrol makes a searching pass
although they look, they cannot see
the man moving out from a distant tree
One hour, two, three then four
He only moves a few feet more
Zero hour is getting near
He knows his target will soon appear
A single man he has been sent to kill
and on his hands this man's blood will spill
The moment is now, the target's in sight
Taking up the first pressure the shot feels right
One ounce more in the trigger sear
The bullet races away like a high speed spear
It races through the air with a thunderous crack
There's a fountain of blood as it exits the man's back
The silence is deafening theres not a single sound
as the shooter removes the case of the single spent round
His task now done he fades back into the wood
His only trace is a body where a man once stood.
Being a Marine Corps Sniper I have always found the poem below to be more of a realistic story than a poem. I did not write the poem but would like to share.
Semper Fi
Sgt. Gary King
8541 Marine Corps Sniper
A Sniper crawls along a forest floor
A match grade barrel to do his chore
Blending with the woodland scene
He leaves no trace of where he's been
A single task occupies his mind
To the outside world he is blind
One single task, one single goal
Only his mission occupies his soul
He moves into the open grass
The enemy patrol makes a searching pass
although they look, they cannot see
the man moving out from a distant tree
One hour, two, three then four
He only moves a few feet more
Zero hour is getting near
He knows his target will soon appear
A single man he has been sent to kill
and on his hands this man's blood will spill
The moment is now, the target's in sight
Taking up the first pressure the shot feels right
One ounce more in the trigger sear
The bullet races away like a high speed spear
It races through the air with a thunderous crack
There's a fountain of blood as it exits the man's back
The silence is deafening theres not a single sound
as the shooter removes the case of the single spent round
His task now done he fades back into the wood
His only trace is a body where a man once stood.
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