Corpsmen

Our guardians that we called Doc,

in the heat of battles, they appeared.

Unaware of their own danger,

to ease a wounded Devildogs fear.

We lay bleeding,

on the edge of death,

life oozing from our veins. Somehow, some way,

they managed to stitch us together,

and ease the pain.

I have not seen bravery such as this

since the hill battles of Vietnam.

Taking bullets to shield their Brothers, Coremen died, protecting us from harm.

When the choppers came for his wounded,

he would watch with deep concern.

He had done his best,

now it was up to the rest. Inside, his heart would burn.

Here's to our courageous Coremen,

who fought and died beside "The Few."

Thank you, relentless Warriors, we could not have survived without you.

Honor shall be given,

as Murines, we raise a sharp salute.

God without question gave us guardians,

we shall always remember you.

Semper Fidelis Doc!