Lou J. Klaiber
I AM NOT A YOUNG MARINE
They are sent around the world
always in harms way and always alone in squad
… somewhere far away from the comfort of our lives… and I
wish that I could be among them. A gray old soldier of the
laughing and sending them home. Staying upon the danger of their
Midnight world. Fighting, that they might live!
They laugh at me… these brave Marines!
… they call to me
and I answer them
calling… within myself… to a distant victory
for when they come home.
I cannot follow…
yet I would die
©Copyright April 24, 2002 by Lou J. Klaiber