Within these walls, there is a sense
of youthful dreams unrealized,
of lives invaded by a war,
of fam’ly hopes now vaporized…
Within these walls, though silence reigns,
visions echo ‘round combat scenes,
voiceless shouts on stubborn lips,
time-muted snarls of brave Marines…
Within these walls, as light directs
astute the eye, beloved keepsakes:
Saint Chris for passage, notes from home,
things that, in life, none would forsake…
Within these walls, cold weapons lie,
were blooded by innocent hands –
their nightmares forged for duty’s flag,
lines blurred between faith and command.
Because of what’s within these walls,
may generations e’er recall
great loss of life and sacrifice
preserved the peace outside these walls…
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