Poem from Marine Officer (anon)
Posted by fivedollargold 12 years, 1 month ago to Politics
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".
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".
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
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GdCgW6sSZ...
Kipling's take on the same subject:
The Hyaenas
After the burial-parties leave
And the baffled kites have fled;
The wise hyaenas come out at eve
To take account of our dead.
How he died and why he died
Troubles them not a whit.
They snout the bushes and stones aside
And dig till they come to it.
They are only resolute they shall eat
That they and their mates may thrive,
And they know that the dead are safer meat
Than the weakest thing alive.
(For a goat may butt, and a worm may sting,
And a child will sometimes stand;
But a poor dead soldier of the King
Can never lift a hand.)
They whoop and halloo and scatter the dirt
Until their tushes white
Take good hold of the army shirt,
And tug the corpse to light,
And the pitiful face is shewn again
For an instant ere they close;
But it is not discovered to living men --
Only to God and to those
Who, being soulless, are free from shame,
Whatever meat they may find.
Nor do they defile the dead man's name --
That is reserved for his kind.
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.
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die.
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.