Eighteen years he was
A marine he always wanted to be
now taps they play


As they lay him in the old cemetery
Except for the bandage about his head
He looks just like the man who left to volunteer.


Eighteen years old
His name is on the wall
How we miss him


Viet Nam he went
So proud to wear the uniform
We cry for him still


So young and proud
Proud we are too
As are his five siblings

© By Brier (brierhillbarbara@aol.com)