The Chaplain wore no helmet
  His head was bowed in prayer
His face was seamed in sorrow
  But a trace of hope was there.

Our ranks were hushed and silent
  And diminished by our loss
At our feet, the rows of crosses
  Told how much the battle cost.

Rows of neat white crosses
  And Stars of David too
Marked the gravesites of our brothers
  Whose fighting days were through.

Friends of mine were lying there
  Ski and Ace and Slim
Bo and Jack, Bill and Joe
  Dusty, Tex and Jim.

Each had his simple marker
  But the closest one to me
Was a plain, white wooden headboard
  Marked "Unknown USMC."

In this final camp of comrades
  It was somehow strange and odd
That a man should lie among them
  Known only to his God.

Who can he be I wondered
  Was he white or black or red
This man who shares a resting place
  With our loved and honored dead.

He cannot be a stranger
  But a friend whose lonely track
Has brought him here among us
  I think I'll call him "Mac."

"Mac" is a name we've often used
  And it's been used on me
It's better than the epitaph
  "Unknown USMC."

So many times I've heard it
  In the blackness of the night
Through the swirling mist of combat
  With the battle at it's height.

"Hey Mac" a voice would call
  We could use some help out here
I've got a man that's wounded
  Can you help him to the rear?

"Hey Mac" I'm really burning up
  The suns so blazing hot -
Can you spare a drop of water?
"Gee thanks Mac, thanks a lot."

The day when I was wounded
  Hurt and lying in the snow
A cigarette was offered me
  By a man I didn't know.

He quickly stopped the bleeding
  And rolled me on my back
Grinned and gripped his rifle
  And said "Take it easy Mac."

A simple word, a simple name
  But still it proves to me
That no man ever really is
  "Unknown USMC."

The Chaplain's prayer is finished
  Our colors gently dip
The rifle squad is ready
  The bugler wets his lip.

With blurry eyes and saddened heart
  I heard the rifles crack
Taps floated softly in the air,
And I said goodbye to "Mac."


Often Tested, Always Faithful, Brothers Forever

We've all known a bunch of Mac's; have even been a Mac a few times................................


This Memorial Day Message submitted by D. Mains and Harold Thrasher May 26, 2008