As a Corpsman in green and not navy blue,
I offer this poem from a Doc’s point of view.
We’ve been honored by stories, poems and such
By Marines we have served with and respected so much.
They speak of our honor, bravery and skill,
And the cry, “Corpsman up!” still gives me a chill.
When a Marine goes down, what will it be?
A trache? Tie off bleeders? Start an IV?
Only one thing is certain as we rush to the scene,
Our ass will be covered by our brothers in green.
You see we’re adopted, “Sons of the Corps.”
No more “Anchors away” – “Semper Fi” evermore!
It’s true when you’re wounded, your life’s in our hands,
And we’ll treat and protect you to the very last man.
For you are our point man, our cover, our shield,
And we count on your skills all our days in the field.
Many a grunt laid his life on the line
To make sure Doc got to the wound in time.
So, my brothers, I thank you, as all us Docs should.
It’s YOU who make us Corpsmen look good!