Author: Rick R.Seward, USMC E/2/5
I have walked the halls of our forefathers,
Prayed in churches of this land;
Have known the fury of the tempest
And soared aloft where the jet stream plays.
Been in the rage of battles,
To bring war's end;
Have heard the orphan's cry,
And seen the widow's tears;
Heard the laughter of my children,
And the laughter of their children.
And through it all, an echo
resounds - asking
"What is the cost ... A life? A limb? A Brother lost:"
While valor rings loud in word
Who speaks for those that still march In the Valley of Shadows?
We shall, Lord ... we, their
We the living, by Your Grace; ... It's our duty."
So, comrade, don't lament your loss,
Nor weep for them;
But speak for them,
With stories untold;
From them a duty calls.