Once a MARINE...
He battled through the broken line,
And snapped a rod
But did not whine,
About the tree bass he did snag,
Or all the weed bass
He did drag,
Around with tangled, wormy lure.
Disciplined,
He did endure,
Drawing on his strength of training,
ON HE FISHED
Without complaining.
He...
Stood his ground. He shouted LOUD.
Forever with
The Few...The Proud.
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