The United States Marine Corps is more than 235 years of romping,
stomping death and destruction. Marines are the finest fighting force this
world has ever known.
As a Marine I was born in a foxhole. My mother is Anger and my father
is Pain. Each moment that I live is a deadly threat upon the life of my
country’s enemies. I’m a rough-looking, tough-talking soldier of the sea,
but if you can do it, it ain’t bragging. I’m cocky, self-centered,
overbearing, and I will not know the meaning of fear, for I am fear itself.
I own the very ground upon which I stand.
I am a green amphibious monster made of blood and guts and know-how,
who arose from the sea to prey upon America’s enemies across the globe. I
feed upon anti-Americanism wherever it may arise — their hatred of me only
makes me grow stronger.
When my time comes, I will die a glorious death on either the
battlefield of combat or the battlefield of life, giving all I am for my
God, my country, and my Corps. My death will buy my sons and daughters one
more generation of freedom.
We live like soldiers, talk like sailors, and slap the crap out of
both. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy and
the rope from the Army. On the seventh day, while God rested, we overran
His perimeter, “borrowed” the globe, and we’ve been running the show ever
Killer by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice. . . .Marine By
Definition Of Being a Marine!Posted: November 7, 2011 in Daily Life