What guides your noble swagger—
In these dreadful foreign shores?
The courage of your mocking stance
Is not mere vanity,
It shows your pride, your bravery,
Your pure humanity!
Hello young Marine of the Vietnam War,
What guides your fearsome prowess—
In the jungles you explore?
Your boots, your rifle, are all you possess
In these tumultuous of days,
They cannot hide your burning soul—
A fire that’s set ablaze!
And in your sweat-drenched chest
There beats a heart of finest gold,
Forged in the battles of Bunker Hill,
Of Lexington and Concord.
The breath of Freedom guides you now
And will until the end.
I pray it guides you evermore,
For on your courage we depend!