Another set of golden wings
Has fallen from on high.
No longer now will they be free
to soar across the sky.
A warrior owned these wings of gold,
A loyal true Marine.
These wings no longer worn by him,
no longer can be seen.
New orders have been cut for Don
to guard a distant shore
in a place where pain and suffering
can trouble him no more.
God felt his mission on this earth
by now had been fulfilled.
In him love for his fellow man
had firmly been instilled.
His friends and loved ones left behind
remember him all the more,
Like comrades who have served with him
As brothers in the Corps.
We bid farewell to you old friend.
We’ll miss your friendly smile.
We’ll miss your story telling knack
and your confident airman’s style.
Until our orders, too, are cut,
we’ll not ask when or why,
but our greeting when at last we meet
will still be “Semper Fi”