SmokeEater

"Twas the night before Christmas as I flew o'er the Marine Base,
when I spied a young man who seemed out of place.
His eyes showed compassion, his hair a bit long,
but his head was held high and his body was strong.

His air was confident, his uniform smart,
but what impressed me most was the size of his heart.
For he embodied honor, one of his country's best,
and the words U.S. NAVY showed large on his chest.

As I stood there in wonder and gazed into his eyes,
the words that he spoke took me quite by surprise.
"What's wrong Santa, haven't you ever seen a sailor before?"
I sensed something special and longed to know more.

"To be honest, this field thing wasn't part of my plan,
but God didn't give me a boat or tin can."
The words he spoke next surprised me all the more,
"But I'm as proud of my Navy as I am of the Corps!"

"Don't worry Santa, that I'm a sailor you see,
for when a Marine goes down they will still call on me.
They will forget I'm a sailor, they'll call in my stock.
At the top of their lungs they'll yell, "Get me the Doc!"

"And I'll answer that call, anytime, anywhere.
Though I know I'm a target I really don't care.
I'll face incoming fire as I race cross the land,
and use my very own body to shield a downed man."

"Working long hours and into the night,
my unit's battle is over, but I'm just starting to fight.
For the life of every Marine is sacred to me.
I refuse to surrender them to death, and in that I'll find victory."

"And yet I'll take the time to comfort a dying man,
to sit down by his side, to reach out and hold his hand.
For it takes as much courage to care as to fight.
For just as the poem says, many don't "go gently into that night."

"Santa, it's not any one uniform that makes you a man,
but rather it's those ideals for which you choose to stand.
I draw my line here, it's long and it's plain.
For pain, hurt and suffering are the things I disdain."

I know very well that I may lose my life,
so that a Marine may see an unmet child and young wife.
So Santa, it really doesn't matter if they don't like my hair,
I'm a Navy Corpsman, their Doc, and I'll always be there."

"I follow the brave Docs who have come long before,
from Belleau Wood, Iwo and Lebannon's shore.
As history proudly shows, they all gave their best,
and for those who have died, surely they're blessed."

"At Inchon, the gulf and times during Tet,
our brothers have fallen, but we carry on yet.
for we carry their honor and legacy still."
As I held back my tears it took all of my will.

I had to leave him there for I had other plans,
but I know in my heart that the Corps is in good hands.
As I flew away I heard his laughter, it rang so loud and clear.
"Hey, Santa, how 'bout a nice pair of boots for the 26 miler next year?"

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50cal

Merry Christmas DOCS!!!!! My Marines and I owe you more than a beer!!!

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"Sweat dries, blood clots, bones heal. Suck it up. Be a Marine"

DANCINGEAGLE

Merry Christmas to all the Naval Corpsman. Thanks for being there for us.

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Through the good times and bad times, always pray.

DeusExMachina

I love Corpsmen, even though they really seemed to enjoy putting iodine on my blisters a bit too much.

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Mad Scientists Union Local 42
Evil Geniuses For a Better Tomorrow

The secret of my succes is 30% natural talent, 10% inspiration, and the remaining 60% is just the fact that I am nucking futs.

SmokeEater

BUMP

Merry Christmas 2005!!!

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SmokeEater

BUMP for 2006

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