My tears, were private
All the dying.
And the suffering 
There was no one. 
That I could talk to.
I suffered alone.
My tears, were private.
Can you see, 
This picture, 
Of a Marine?
Can you see ME?
~ Ricardo
This poem is about: 
My country


MillRatUSMC aka Ricardo

In 1967, I was among several young Staff Sergeants in the United States Marine Corps.

Too high in rank to be with the enlisted Marines.

Too young to talk to senior Non-Commission-Officers (NCOs).

That is the reason for this poem.

Can you see this Marine?

Can you see ME?

For once a Marine

Always a Marine.

Who still live's with his Marine Corps Core Values.

Of Honor, Courage and Committiment.

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