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I died for you today on a far off Pacific Island.

If you are concerned, to say the least, I’ll tell you who I am…

I’m the soldier and the sailor — I’m the airman and Marine…

I’m the life blood of your nation — you sent me to this scene…

I’m the one who loads the Amtracks…I’m the pilot, just as well…

I’m the dedicated corpsman saving leathernecks who fell…

I’m the trooper of the airborne, I’m the Seabee with a trade…

I’m the wiry American medic dodging steel to give first aid…

I’m the tail gunner in the airplane, I’m the crew chief and the crew…

I’m the cannoneer and mortar man in the field defending you…

I’m the man of different races clinging to a rumbling tank…

I’m Catholic, Jew and Protestant, and I serve in every rank…

Call me Dominic, Smith or Kelly or pronounce my foreign name..
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And regardless of my color — When I’m hurt, I bleed the same…

I’m Indian and I’m Mexican. I’m Polish, Dutch, Italian and Greek…

I’m every inch American and your freedom’s what I seek…

I’m the southern boy from Florida, I’m the northern lad from Maine…

I’ve toiled in Georgia’s orchards, and I’ve cut Montana’s grain…

I came from every walk of life — from mountains to the slums…

I’ve lived, by God, through dust and drought, and I’ve prayed aloud for rain.

I’ve known hardship and depression; still I’ve watched our country grow…

But when Uncle Sam came calling I was proud that I could go…

I’ve watched demonstrations and the people who protest…

And I said “Thank God for freedom!” — my country’s still the best…

So take your banners and your slogans. Raise your placards to the sky…

I’ll defend your right to do it… Though in doing it. I’ll die…

I’m your fathers — sons — and brothers…I’m the arm of Uncle Sam…

And I died for you today, my friend…On an Island called Saipan…

PFC Carl Dearborn — 4th Marine Division

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