The other day I was sitting in a resturaunt
It was just after Memorial Day, and my mind was still on those who gave their lives in battle.
I looked out the window, and there I saw a little old man..
He walked slowly, and was hunched over.
I looked closer at the man walking up to the door.
He had a tattoo on his arm.
It was old, and faded.
'United States Marine Corps' it says.
He wore a Proud American shirt
And a Marine Corps hat.
As I studied the hat it gave me a glimpse into his past.
A Purple Heart, and ribbons decorated his hat.
I started wondering about what all he had been through,
What pain, sorrow, and fear he had gone