Poem from Marine Officer (anon)

Posted by fivedollargold 12 years, 1 month ago to Politics
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THE BATTLING BOYS OF BENGHAZI

We're the battling boys of Benghazi
No fame, no glory, no paparazzi.
Just a fiery death in a blazing hell
Defending a country we loved so well.

It wasn't our job, but we answered the call,
fought to the Consulate and scaled the wall.
We pulled twenty Countrymen from the jaws of fate
Led them to safety, and two stood at the gate.

Just the two of us, and foes by the score,
But we stood fast to bar the door.
Three calls for reinforcement, but all were denied,
So we fought, and we fought, and we fought 'til we died.

We gave our all for our Uncle Sam,
But Barack Obama didn't give a damn.
Just two dead seals who carried the load
No thanks to us.........we were just "Bumps In The Road".


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  • Posted by Lucky 12 years, 1 month ago in reply to this comment.
    I thought H would quote from Tennyson's Charge of the Light Brigade.
    Theirs not to make reply,
    Theirs not to reason why,
    Theirs but to do and die.
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  • Posted by Lucky 12 years, 1 month ago in reply to this comment.
    Curious, this post was marked down.
    I will mark it up even tho' it is wrong- progressives may make good speeches but have the zero understanding of human emotion equal to their logical abilities.
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  • Posted by Hiraghm 12 years, 1 month ago
    tears...

    Edit:
    That was all I could reply with at first...
    But I think your short poem brings the truth of Benghazi home in a way even progressives might be able to understand.

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  • Posted by mminnick 12 years, 1 month ago
    This poem is powerful. Reminds me a lot of a poem from the Viet Nam era I lost many a friend there and I carry this poem with me always. The one above I will also carry. It is wonderful.

    If you are able,
    Save for them a place
    Inside of you
    And save one backward glance
    When you are leaving
    For places they can
    No longer go.
    Be not ashamed to say
    You loved them,
    Though you may
    Or may not always have.
    Take what they have left
    And what they have taught you
    With their dying
    And keep it with your own.
    And in that time
    When men decide and feel safe
    To call war insane
    Take one moment to embrace
    Those gentle heroes
    You left behind.

    Major Michael Davis O’Donnell
    Jan 1, 1970
    Dak To, Viet Nam
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