Pavement Marine – The Rock Opera by Desmond Last Copyright

By Desmond Last

My poem entitled ‘Pavement Marine’ began as a concern for those men and women who know that they may die in service for their Nation. They are many but they are a few.

The majority of a Nation do not have to wonder everyday if see they will see the sunset – from soldier to sailor and from Policeman to fireman they stand as our resolute guardians to danger.

They also wear the emotional trauma on their shoulders and for some that weight is too much and they commit suicide. 


This is a symbol for those whose duty endangers their lives.

Pavement Marine is  a poem about a United States Marine who commits suicide – one of the 5,000 US soldiers and veterans who committed suicide in 2018.

I have written the poem and I hope one day to stage the story within the poem as a Rock Opera.

The Hollywood Bowl where ‘Pavement Marine The Rock Opera’ will one day be seen by America.

Why write on a website? I wrote ‘Angel’ see and other works.  I believe they have been illegally claimed by others and copied. I will develop ‘Pavement Marine’ live on-line so that the World will know if it has been copied and claimed illegally.


Pavement Marine is – the stark bloody truth of war.

You will be immersed in its horror, its romance, it’s black humour and its final sadness, but most of all its meaning.

Pavement Marine will provide scholarships for those who have been traumatised by the war and assistance for families whose loved ones committed suicide because of the imprint of war.

This is the Poem I have written that provides the subject for the Rock Opera.

The poem is read out loud before the first Act by a Marine disabled in battle.

Pavement Marine

You wanted me to die for you did you not?

Do you see me dying?

Each day my death for you a little nearer

You knew that which I did not.

But you never said.

No stark bloody truth you ever gave me.

I now be my own truth.

My dream of duty – a cherished pride.

You cheered me on – a triumphant vanguard

No solitude with my muted anger was ever promised.

I marched those stripes of red white and blue

‘Go get them’ you said

From your bars and Televisions.

‘Whip them boy. Give them one for me’.

My President too. Speeches to make me proud – and I was. I still am.

I lifted by your words and carried by my Nation.

‘Get the fucking medic now, Where is that fucking medic’.

Your fine words wasted on a dusty outpost of democracy.

From where my brotherhood lay to die.

‘Don’t die. You will not die. Medic. Medic where the fuck is the Medic’.

Now you no longer see me.

I am gaunt and grey, a silent embarrassment that haunts you.

I blend into the slabs of hardness I beg from.

I am your Pavement Marine.

First the bottle my solace,

Now the needle my constant companion.

‘You will not fucking well die.  I brother am your love your life – fuck the medic, fuck you all’

I now shoot not my enemy but myself.

Your Federal programs my absent friends.

I love my needle like I loved my M16A4.

My life I see in my crystals of oblivious escape.

An irony of circumstances as you automate your feelings to me.

You do not hear my silent screaming as it engulfs my every thought.

It drowns my disciplined silence to your World.

A screaming disjointed harmony of my fears

It a confusion of light and dark deep swallowing sound.

Each disharmony a shudder to my mind’s fighting hole.

‘Medic, Medic’. There is no medic only me.

My hands deep inside the red hole of his chest.

Tears and anger. Cold fear my companion, my comrade now dead.

More my comrade; my brother, my union, my love and respect.

I am you America. Do you not see me?

I am that which you be and all that you will be.

America you have need of me; my stature is your belief.

I hold my head high. Your indifference will never defeat me.

For I die with ‘Semper Fi’ to my Nation.

Laughing, crying, silent, soulful that is I – all in one moment.

Your automation – a visual avoidance – your eyes never meet mine.

Your steps an echo of my solitude.

I seek to remind you.

I am the Nation.

Honour, Duty and the fight for freedoms.

I know who I am America. Do you?

Walk on by your dollars thrown at me.

I see your guilty eyes.

Is your conscience now appeased?

The worst of our Nation taunts me.

I laugh as they beat me.

I stand silent as they threaten me.

I crawl as they kick me.

I never beg for Mercy. For I am a United States Marine.

I sob alone in my loneliness.

Now I stare at my blood.

A river of escape for my pain.

With it a tide of relief.

My war with my Nation is nearly over.

The voices are calm now.

My lost brother nearby. He awaits me.

I feel the deafening tremors leave me.

I am proud. My pride alongside me – my dull and twisted heart of purple.

My duty will never die.

Now I will be at Peace.

Now you will know who I am.

Your goodbye to me? Full Military Honours.

You honour my death but not my life.

Now finally America I have your respect.

God Bless America.

This is the opening of the Rock Opera

The Opera begins with life – the Marine’s Life. Loud, Disciplined, Dutiful, In Your face and for many ‘In Love’. 

Act One. The Military Band, the March, the Soldier and his wife. The Parade Sargent. (The War).

Summary: Our Marine Meets His Woman. Woman meets Marine. Marines on Parade. Where the Fuck is that Medic.

Where the Fuck is that Medic? – Once you have the imprint of a bloody brutal trauma on your mind – It never leaves you. It is your anger, your hate, your solace, your sadness, your sometimes laughter, your reason for living and why it is you want to die. That is why throughout the Opera is the dark loudness that acts a hinge to the shuttered screaming inside the fighting pit of the mind – Where the fuck is that Medic.

Song 1: The Marines enter as they chant this song. Young, Proud and with an energy that cannot be contained but must be maintained.

Pavement Marine the first song of my Music Opera Pavement Marime will be released in 2021.

Do not Bullshit a Marine

The Marine has a DNA.

You cannot fuck with it

You cannot bullshit to it.

An order is to be obeyed.

The World is black and white.

Good guys live

Bad guys die.

It’s simple  and it works.

It works for the USMC

Most people would love it

if it could work for them.

 Song 2. Our Marine Meets His Soulmate, His Wife, His Love.

Busting Heart Proud

Heart Beat his new March

Eyes straight ahead

He ablaze with new strength

She his first love

Forever his only love

He her dependence

Her child her man

A union of love 

A future of fear

How they love 

More than life itself

Both tears for their goodbyes

Desperate deep nights

His thoughts of her

 His death often near

Tears of that constant fear

She alone

So very alone

 Marine’s wife solitude

Not a duty

A life.

But in the shadows, in the dirt, amongst the dust strewn landscape barren of any growth and with a dust that hangs in the air  – he is shouting ‘Where the fuck is that medic? Do not die boy, do not die, I love you, You cannot die’.

Song 3. Living in the Shadows

The darkness is my light

Its dimness my solitude

I cannot live the crowds, the People,

For I no longer

recognise these automated emotions

I cannot see who they are

for I am not of them

You have not been

where I have delved

Into the very abyss of Hell

now forever my goaler

With my eyes shut tight,

light blinds my thought

I shiver in the heat,

I shake not with fear,

But with that day again,

again and again and again

It is my bravery 

that day does partner……………. with all my fear

My fear not that I would die

but that I would never leave

Leave that day I so want to leave

Yet I want all that

which that day did bring

My death

Act Two. The Marine looks proud yet in the shadows the darkness welcomes him.

Our Marine is now ready for war. 

The Marines March In, Fast, In time,  The Flag of the United States of America is raised.

Song 4. You cannot know bravery without fear. Many may talk of how brave they will be but until you know that empty feeling of helplessness that is true fear then you cannot know what bravery it takes to overcome that all encompassing emotion.  For a Marine as for any professional who is prepared to risk his or her life for their fellow man the bravery begins in the theatre of war. But for his girlfriend, boyfriend, husband or wife the bravery begins when they are alone.

Our Marine has left. His wife is alone. The military band are packing up. The sun is settling its day. She stands by his car.

Song 4. Our heart is one.

His memory now a fender of steel,

a glistening of his reflection

What road do I take now

Where will you be

This day tomorrow

Where will you be

When I cry for you

Where will you be 

When I cry to sleep

I will wake each day

My first thought of you

Are you safe 

Are you well

Each knock at door

A heartbeat of fear

I will not cry here

I will cry alone.

She leaves, the Marines stand silent. In salute of all those who bear the weight of their responsibility to their Nation and to those who they love. But the shadows never leave. She exits. As she does she walks past the man begging in the street. She briefly glances at the USMC fatigue jacket. She hears the man shouting. “Where are you my brother. Where the fuck are you. I want to join you”. She steps over the needle on the pavement……

Song 5. When a Marine marches into the unknown, into all his fears, into all his turmoil and into all his questions about himself he knows he is not alone. Alongside him marches the soul and spirit of all who have braved their fears to defend that which and their Nation believe in – Freedom, Justice and the right to defend that which they seek to uphold – the right for the United States of America to have a place in the World.

This song is played to the sound of the march fading into the distance, the mists of time awaken the courage and bravery of the past. From the Somme to the Normandy landings to the battlegrounds of Afghanistan and Iraq the tune marches with the Marine as he steps into the unknown. For it is not the known that he fears but the unknown.

We march with you Marine

You are not alone

We will always be your Guardians

The fears you face

We shall face them with you

We are those who before you

Gave to our Nation

All that we could give

A life for our Country

There can be no greater

We march with you Marine

You are not alone

We will always be your Guardians

Each of us Marine

We live for evermore

Our legacy to our Nation

Be a sacrifice never forgotten

March with us Marine

Hold your head up high

Your steps are into history

A history of a great Nation

We march with you Marine

You are not alone

We will always be your Guardians

Freedom, Justice our right

Our right for others too

For the United States of America

The vanguard of freedom

We shall always be

Be it Planet or Galaxy

We the People

Our right to be free

To defend all others too.

Desmond Last 271219

Potential investors are welcome to enquiry about any involvement. I can be reached anytime at and Australia (61) 0421 700 558.

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