WHERE FOXES DWELL

Tis dark, ‘tis cold,… the wind, the wind, how it blows.
The wind, the wind, …hush,… it blows…
hear it, the wind,… hear the wisdom it knows.

The Lord of Foxes discloses his might,
hear his voice in the cold dark night.
Our brothers are flying, flying to fight,
Foxes all, what a sight!

Again to battle; like Asia before,
again to free men, to show the way,
a promise fulfilled day after day.

Pilots, Crew Chiefs, and Gunners too,
mechanics, tweeties and a tin bender or two;
these are Marines with a Corpsman and Flt-Doc to help,
good men are these,… always a grin,… never a yelp!

Angels they’re not, eyes full of sand,
they don’t want tears, and certainly no band;
hot chow will do,.. some mail from home,…
to be with their buddy and not alone

They praise the old Fox that Purple Clown …
always a grin never a frown,
that salty old Fox, now in the seat of old double nuts,
this Fox will damn well lead you
if you’ve got the GUTS!

If heaven decrees a Fox must go,
they are our family, and our grief will show.
He will join a band from every war, ever so sweet,
never to part, never to see this loss to all who are left behind.

They will be where angels tread,
at Heavens Gate, where
Leathernecks stand, where
The Foxes Dwell, and where the SPIRIT lives on…..

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