' PRIVILEGE AND HONOR '
TWICE GRANTED
1971
1992

Thirty years ago I stood on a bleacher,
Watching men on a square.
When my attention was drawn to a 'particular' one.
One that had brought me there.
Nine years ago I stood on that same spot.
Watching history repeat itself.
When my attention was drawn to a 'particular' one.
One that had brought me there.

Seeing the same strength in uplifted chin.
The Courage in head held high.
The Pride in shoulders thrown back.
Precision, side by side.
I sensed an electric 'something,'
Setting them apart from others.
'Something' that binds them in solidarity.
Binds them as brothers.

Memory of standing on that square,
Twenty - one years apart.
Remembering them bound towards me.
The smile of accomplishment they wore.
Their eyes bright with love.
Extending out-stretched arms.
Catching me in a mighty hug
Sharing their moment of Victory!

Gratitude brings a solitary tear.
For the Privilege, the Honor twice granted.
To see the men who stood before.
The men they had become.
" UNITED STATES MARINES,"
On that Parade Deck at Parris Island...
First, my Husband...
Then, my Son!

BY-Roberta Rogers Wilcox
@6-1992
Revised
@2-2001