Re-Gathering of the Ancient Clan
The ancient warriors have met once again,
Swapping tales about lost days of yore.
However, with the passing of so many years,
These tales have emerged now as lore.
They spoke of those single and carefree days,
Of their youthful love and romancing,
Embellished, of course, each time they were told,
By bits of up-graded enhancing.
“There I was blinded and flat on my back
In my Corsair at thirty five thou,
Surrounded by dozens of Zeros (or Yaks)
(I survived, but I can’t recall how.)
A number of Ancients, it appears, have survived
Through the perils of conflict and strife.
Though reluctant to accede to the changes required
By our slower-paced version of life.
Let us remember our friends now departed,
Not forgotten, though with us no more,
With their wings of gold once sharing our sky
With the eagles they did soar.
Though mortal remains have returned to the earth,
And their souls with the angels reside,
Their presence is sensed and alive now among us,
And with us will always abide.
Each of our lives, though diverse they may be,
On earthbound or heavenly scenes,
Held together by an uncommon thread that is spun
From the Corps of the U.S. Marines.
Semper Fi!