Three prior service Marines, sat watching from the stands.
It was halftime, music flowed from gathered bands.
They sat below us, one in front of the others,
Last of a fire team, forever Marine brothers.
As emblazoned notes reached their ears,
Around them conversation turned to cheers.
One said, “They’re playing our song”.
The Marines’ Hymn, held in their hearts so long.
Uncontrolled, lines of moisture appeared.
Each touched cheeks, none with a beard.
Each man rose and stood at ramrod attention,
An honored stance, no sign of tension.
The final note of their beloved music drifted away,
And few could hear one man say, “Two.”
Then they sat back down and continued their conversation.
Pride in country and Corps no revelation.
It was a touching scene of Semper Fi honor and pride.
Three men, Anchor, Globe, and Eagle, side-by-side.

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