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Hope at Belleau Wood by Michael Kassis The lights flashed above our heads, as we huddled close together in the mud. We waited as we shook, to the rattle of the guns. Some men reduced to boys now cry out for mom listening for hope, which some thought would never come. But for those tested by battle, we strained our ears to hear. To hear the sound we believed, believed would save the Corp. we listened as we waited, as the Hun’s fire rained all around us, thirsty to take more. Then a lucky bloke heard, the sound we had yearned. He cried out above the gunfire, and all his comrades turned. For he had heard the sounds of hope, the sounds that would stop Hell’s burn Because the Marines had come.


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