Who are these men to risk so much? To give the shattered a comforting touch? "Corpsman up!" Has been the cry. "Corpsman up!" A Marine may die!At Guadalcanal, Peleliu, Tarawa, Iwo and Okinawa too, The screams of pain, the anguished cries, "Corpsman up!" A Marine may die!From Pusan, Inchon and the Chosin cold, The broken, bleeding, and frozen. A pleading would rise, "Corpsman up!" A Marine may die!In jungles, on mountains, in stinking rain, Khe Sanh, The Rock Pile and No Name The calls of the wounded came on high. "Corpsman up!" A Marine may die!Through deserts and vast peaks Like Helmund, Mosul, Fallujah they stand, The shot, the torn, the thirsty would sigh. "Corpsman Up!" A Marine may die!Who are these men that risked so much? Like angels born with healing touch? Not all could be saved, a burden worn. At end of day the dead sent home.And so one day, our Lord looked 'round A corpsman on whom he could rely, He smiled and quietly called our brother Ty, "Corpsman Up!" And Semper Fi.Bill Powers USMC