This is Jocco Podcast number 71 with Echo Charles and me, Jocco Willink.

Good evening, Echo.

Good evening.

A helmet for my pillow, a poncho for my bed, my rifle rests across my chest, the stars swing overhead.

Into your holes and gunpits, kill them with rifles and knives, feed them with lead until they are dead and widowed are their wives.

Sons of the mothers who gave you honor and gift of birth strike with the knife till blood and life run out upon the earth.

Marines, keep faith with your glory, keep to your trembling hole.

Intruder, fuel of nip on steel can't penetrate your soul.

Closing, they charge all howling, their breasts all target large, the gun must shake the bullets make a slaughter of their charge.

Red are the flashing tracers, yellow the bursting shells, horses the cry of men who die, shrill are the wounded's yells.

God, how the night real stricken, she streaks with orange spark, the mortars lash and the cannons crash, have crucified the dark.

St. Michael, angel of battle, we praise you to God on high, the foe you gave was strong and brave and unafraid to die.

Speak to the Lord for our comrades, killed when the battle seemed lost.

They went to meet a bright defeat, the hero's holocaust.

Falses the vaunt of the victor, empty are living pride.

For those who fell, there is no hell, not for the brave who died.

And that's an excerpt from a poem that opens a book called Helmet for My Pillow.

The book was written by a guy named Robert Lecky, otherwise known as Lucky.

And he was a machine gunner and then a scout with the first Marine Division in World War II.

And he's a decent part of the HBO series, The Pacific, which is if you haven't watched that, just buy it right now and watch it.

It's awesome. And it's based on a bunch of different books and a bunch of different events from The Pacific.

And a lot of them Eugene Sledge, that's another one with the old breed.

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