Gung-ho, hooya, Kill-em-all, and Semper Fi,
Till the shooting, shouting, and dying starts.
What is combat to the men who serve, live and die,
And endless test of stomachs, brains, wills, and hearts?
Kill or be killed, the law of the battleground.
Words of the day, Salvation and Repentance. 
Is it Hell, Purgatory, or the Devil's playground;
The birth of chaos, the end of innocence?
Combat is a glorious, grand, delightful sight,
Full of death and love and dismemberment.
Screams of dead and living, a whispered last rite,
Prayers for friends, here, leaving, and absent. 
Raise your glass in that timeless, simple tribute.
For the fallen, for those who walked away, a salute!



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