"In the deed, the glory!" he cried out.
Knowing full well those would be his last words.
His Alma Mater of Nebraska will here his cry,
and in one voice we stand and shout, "In the deed the glory!"
He ran and charged the line for his brother,
telling him "You're not dying here!"
Bombs going off and thus, they were surrounded by flames,
with no one around them, not even their planes.
They fought for what seemed like days until,
"Bam!" Explosions. "Voom!" Hell fire came crashing down.
Both weak from fighting that they accepted their fates,
that they were going to die on the battlefield, with each other, side by side.
They both gave out one last "Oorah!" and were engulfed in flames.
The two met up in Hell with three others.
It's true what they say, "Marines don't die, they just go to Hell to regroup."
They didn't stay long, for a bright light shone from above.
An angel appeared before them and grabbed their arms and flew them away.
The angel said, "You've already spent time in Hell, time to come to Heaven."
"We respectfully decline." The marine said, "We still have work to do."
The angel understood and gave each of them a kiss.
All five marines woke up in in hospital beds in pain, but they looked at
one another and started to laugh.
"We're going home!"
In the deed, the glory.