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CHAPTER ONE - "The Edge"
ABOUT "THE EDGE"
This poem was inspired by a
remark the late Lt. General Lewis A. (Chesty) Puller of the USMC made to me
during my visit to the Amphibious Training Center in Imperial Beach,
|Dedicated to the late Lt. General Lewis A. (Chesty) Puller, USMC|
I wondered when I saw him,
if the legend befit this smallish man,
if his balding pate and graying hair
matched the ribbons and hid a lion’s heart.
He spoke softly, welcoming me
and offered me a seat
and then, with just the flicker
of a smile across those acrid lips,
asked me where I’d served before.
I answered quickly, with just the slightest
quiver in my voice, Fourth Marines, sir
Bataan and Corregidor
His eyes lit up as he swung
his swivel chair around.
“Fourth Marines, you say?
You rested son.
There was no war for you.”
My eyes flushed red, I felt the surge
of anger fill my throat and gut
and weaken my knees.
I guess I should have hesitated
and stopped the rush of words —
stopped and hid the hurt in me,
and look away and say, “Yes, sir.”
“General,” I said instead,
Those of us who come home from war
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|CHAPTER ONE - "The Edge"||Page 13|
|CHAPTER TWO - First Duty Stations||Page 19|
|CHAPTER THREE - We Were Captured||Page 39|
|CHAPTER FOUR - In The Camp||Page 59|
|CHAPTER FIVE - Return to Niigata||Page 80|
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