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I don’t wear a uniform.

Nothing blue, nothing green, nothing tan.

Never in camouflage, yet I am never seen.

I hold no position to salute, so salutes I do not give.

I have no patches or ranks displayed on my shoulders.

However, in the Marine Corps I do live.

Supporting those who suffer the burdens of the fight.

Training to do what they feel is right.



I have no chain of command, and no orders do I get.

But my husband takes those orders, and that I can never forget.

He’s the one who fires the weapon

He's the one who turns the wrench
And puts his life on the line.

But I’m suffering a job that’s just as tough…

I’m the one that’s left behind.

I’m living a life that not many choose or even dream to do.



Despite everything,

I’m told it’s courageous and takes someone strong.

I’m made of steel, unbreakable while he’s gone.

No choices do I get to make,

sitting helpless and never knowing,

But way down deep, in this heart of mine, I feel…

And I stand by him, so proud of what he does.

You’ll always find me waiting for his call,

Ready to hear his voice

And willing to give him my all.



Such a patriot, I know he is.

So stubborn and so strong.

He defends every call from his country,

Making the sacrifices necessary to keep us all free.

I love this man that I married.

For he’s made me strong,

Living in the silent ranks of those called a Marine Corps wife.