Post of the Corps, point loma Marines
If I had known you before,
I would have shared my shield with you.
Only now my aura thins
(weakening from within).
And now strange plants decorate your cover.
White, cold, hardened crops camoflage your positions.
No probes would dare disrupt your base,
or halt the growing green.
Point Loma, on the slopes
No one seems to tremble.
No fear for what once was
when all ceased to be soldiers.
I am terrified,
yet even the graves assure me--
we are veterans,
we survived.
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