Marine

His eyes are black,
his soul is gone,
the thousand yard stare is on,
column left and column right,
he guards the fences for families to sleep at night, he's the first to leave his family, the last to return, the first to shed his blood till all the medals earned,he's the first on the scene when his duty calls, the last of his honor posted on the walls, through out all the blood and bullets he loves to play the game, battle is his legacy, Marine is his name.