The White Cross

Have you ever been to a grave yard
Where a white cross marks the spot,
For a man who died for his country
But some people they forgot.

They forgot the bitter days he saw
and bitter things he had to do
But above all they forgot now
It wasn't for himself, It was for "you".

So the next time you pass this grave yard
And you see this cross of White
Will you stop and say a prayer …
For his mother, his sweetheart, or his wife.



The Brave

The war is over it is true.
The firing has stopped, over the blue.
Many men have died while fighting brave,
For the way to victory they have paved.

But many are living who paid a well cost.
For an amr or leg or eye they lost,
from Guadalcanal, Peleliu and Saipan,
Okinawa, Iwo Jima and Tarawa's Bloody sand.

They fought bravely and never lost ground.
Till they saw the enemy colors go down.
To the men who are living, forget you were there,
And for those who are dead, let's all say a prayer.



Poems by Hap Otillio, USMC, 1946
contributed by Eli Bourgeois

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