Cpl. Pratt
Jumbled up in the head
Learning to live with the memories
But days like today
Bring me back
To good Men
Like Cpl. Pratt
GOD rest his soul
He was just minding his own
Cleaning his rifle
When Death came from above
Taking him to the pearly gates
Leaving a younger version of me
To carry the pieces
Back to friendly lines
Parts in a body bag
We shipped what was left of poor old Cpl. Pratt
To his family
Left in shock
I carried on
Still fighting
In the Battle of Al Fallujah Iraq 2004
I’ll never forget Cpl. Pratt or the others
The Brothers I left behind
Been back home now for some time
The names, the faces
Will never escape my memory
Living on as a part of me
Semper Fi
Do or Die
-Fin-
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