“He who travels the fastest travels alone” 
 

           Not knowing what I was walking into 
I stood alone
     A soldier passed by me his head bloody 
Stepping over the dead everything shot to hell so muddy ….
  The barbed wire cuts your hand deep
Next to you lies a corpse- he says everything yet not speaks 

Jump into a crater filled with more mud 
  Look at yourself - an animal - survival - non seeing of the dead - would frighten some 

  Bandaging your hand so your thumb doesn’t ROT off
     Your sick now as you stifle your cough

 But…..you carry on because that is what MARINES do
 The mighty, the proud ohhhhhh the select few 

Your weapon never leaves your side
  Your guardian Angel - your guide 

  You haven’t written home in you don’t know when 
  Hard to explain what war is like you don’t like to write on a whim 
   When this war is over youlll finally have a chance to be human again 
      Perhaps……
Just perhaps the enemy will not win


And it’s Christmas time……..time of the lord 
   Just for moment there’s a break
No mortars to land bounce and shake …..

  So you close your eyes - and say the Lord’s Prayer
 The break continues it gives you a chance
To sleep in the lull - a Christmas nap

      That is how it was 80 years ago
When the observance of Christmas was in the cold cold Ardennes snow…….




Never to forget the sacrifices of our ancestors so that you and I can walk the path of freedom