Grandaddy

My granddaddy was a horse marine,
When he was born, he was wearing green.

Ate his steak six inches thick,
Picked his teeth with a swagger stick.

Drinking and fighting and running all day,
Granddaddy knew no other way.

Lived every day of his life for the corps,
So they sent him off to war.

Went to the islands to fight the Japanese,
Caught some shrapnel in the knees.

Later, at Chosen Reservoir,
Caught a bullet in his derior.

Went to a country called Vietnam,
To fight some people calle Viet Cong.

Found himself in a fire-fight,
Came back home on a Medivac flight.

Now granddaddy just sits there,
Marking his time in his rocking chair.