You have done well

There are times when a man must take a stand.

Though in this land, freedom! Is at hand.

There are lands, where freedom is not.

Many would say, this was not our fight.

But this is not right.

For to all! Belongs the freedoms light.

Our friend wilford, did not hesitate.

To honor this call, that there!

Freedom would not fall.

Bold was his fight, to bring freedoms light.

To a country, that was full of plights.

For in Gods sight, this was right.

A noble Marine, he came to be.

That he may fight this noble siege.

Some may say, we lost the fight.

But because of this fight.

The Viet Cong, did see the light.

And wants Old Glory! Too come back.

For now they see, the knowledge.

That then, they did lack.

Through hell, these Noble Warriors did track.

And our friend did come back.

And that does not make it less.

For to all, these Warriors gave their best.

Now we come here to say farewell.

To a Marine, that we know well.

Farewell my friend.

You have done well

©        11/6/02              Robert (Standing Eagle Plume) Jacobs