Honoring our fallen Corpsman
Petty Office 3rd Class Jeffery L. Wiener
32, of Louisville, Kentucky.
Wiener died in a combat related incident. He was a Navy hospital corpsman assigned to II Marine Expeditionary Force (MEF).
KIA May 7, 2005
[The following was written on the back of a C-Rat box in Dec. of 1969.]
He waits, silent
clutching his Unit One
Wondering about this time
A flash as a 'copter drops a flare
And midnight turns to noon
And hell reaches them all
racing forward, past sanity
Insanity calls pushing him forward
Regardless of death to a fallen friend
Bullets falling that scream Die
falling inches away
Working his best
Moving up, blood racing in his veins
and dropping in a wound
Made hours ago
He thinks of himself
His sergeant says stop
but he remembers a Creed
Taken years ago
And again moves forward
into hell blood and gun grease
the sound of death
The words of life
his morphine spent
And his plasma used
Nothing left but a Creed sounds
in his ears above 'copters and total hell
Up to a fallen friend
Who looks up to a face of Christ
and smiles
Bullets shatter the night
Somewhere a mother perhaps a wife
Thank God for a life
She says a prayer for an unknown person
who saved his life.
Yes somewhere, some person a lone person
Looks upon a lifeless body
Running faster to a calling
Remembering a Creed
Taken years ago
He halts to gaze upon
A corpsman lying still.
clutching his Unit One
Wondering about this time
A flash as a 'copter drops a flare
And midnight turns to noon
And hell reaches them all
racing forward, past sanity
Insanity calls pushing him forward
Regardless of death to a fallen friend
Bullets falling that scream Die
falling inches away
Working his best
Moving up, blood racing in his veins
and dropping in a wound
Made hours ago
He thinks of himself
His sergeant says stop
but he remembers a Creed
Taken years ago
And again moves forward
into hell blood and gun grease
the sound of death
The words of life
his morphine spent
And his plasma used
Nothing left but a Creed sounds
in his ears above 'copters and total hell
Up to a fallen friend
Who looks up to a face of Christ
and smiles
Bullets shatter the night
Somewhere a mother perhaps a wife
Thank God for a life
She says a prayer for an unknown person
who saved his life.
Yes somewhere, some person a lone person
Looks upon a lifeless body
Running faster to a calling
Remembering a Creed
Taken years ago
He halts to gaze upon
A corpsman lying still.
Published in the Baltimore, (Maryland) Evening Sun, December 15, 1970
COPYRIGHTED 1970 - For noncommercial use only!
Related Links:
http://www.yubanet.com/artman/publish/article_20789.shtml
http://www.mfr.usmc.mil/4thmardiv/25thMar/3dBn/MEMORIAL%20PAGE.htm
http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2003/iraq/forces/casualties/2005.05.html
http://icasualties.org/oif/
COPYRIGHTED 1970 - For noncommercial use only!
Related Links:
http://www.yubanet.com/artman/publish/article_20789.shtml
http://www.mfr.usmc.mil/4thmardiv/25thMar/3dBn/MEMORIAL%20PAGE.htm
http://www.cnn.com/SPECIALS/2003/iraq/forces/casualties/2005.05.html
http://icasualties.org/oif/
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