USMC BDAY EVENT

’Twas the night before Christmas, somewhere downrange,
Not a damn thing quiet, just tension down-range.
Marines on the line with rifles locked tight,
Because the enemy doesn’t care what day’s on the calendar tonight.

Weapons cleaned twice, mags staged just right,
Sector of fire burned into memory and sight.
Cold chow, black coffee, jokes dark and dry,
Every Marine locked in, scanning the sky.

The Eagle, Globe, and Anchor heavy on the chest,
Earned the hard way, no shortcuts, no test.
Boots in the dirt, flak tight, helmet low,
Infantry Marines doing what few ever know.

No stockings. No trees. No warm place to be,
Just brothers on watch who refuse to break or flee.
And if rounds start cracking or the radio screams,
Every Marine moves without orders or scenes.

So tonight, while the world sleeps safe and warm,
Remember the Marines who stand in the storm.
No glory. No headlines. Just doing it right.

Merry Christmas to the Marines standing the watch.
Semper Fidelis.