Thank You Veterans

Veterans Day LogoI wanted to take a moment on Veterans Day to give my heartfelt thanks to all of you who have served or are currently serving in the United States Armed Forces. As a veteran myself, I consider you all to be part of a brotherhood of people who I am proud to belong to. Service to our country began over two centuries ago when the Colonial Army was formed and George Washington led them to victory and our eventual Independence. Thus, patriots of the 18th century began a long tradition, by standing for what the United States of America had the potential to be. In the 200+ years since then, American men and women have carried on the tradition of working to serve the country that has afforded them so many great opportunities and privileges. There is but one day truly set aside as a day to honor those who serve. And today is your day….

Veterans Day PosterI know I am asking for the impossible, but can those of you who always have something bad to say about the United States military simply let the day pass without your remarks or derision of the people who have chosen to serve? I know that it is difficult. I know there are atrocities that you wish to once again point out. I know that you want to simply take another chance to bash the United States military for all the things that you dislike about them. But please don’t. You don’t have to say thanks. You don’t have to offer your support. I am only asking that you let the topic pass with silence.

The Veteran, in my humble opinion, is the very embodiment of the American spirit. It doesn’t matter whether you are a Green Beret or Ranger, S.E.A.L., Recon guy, Cook, medic, engineer, tanker, Electronics technician, pilot, nurse, member of the band, mechanic, sailor, marine, water specialist, or MP. It doesn’t matter whether you are enlisted, officer, or warrant officer. What veterans have in common is the belief in something bigger than themselves. What veterans have in common is the understanding that the great country they were born into offers a great opportunity for liberty and freedom that is not present in many other countries. And because of this understanding they choose to give of themselves. Not for outstanding pay or to do an easy job. They do it because they think the right thing to do is to serve the country for a period of time as a way to contribute to the greatness that is the United States of America.

I offer a few poems dedicated to the veterans in America:

Veterans
by Brittany Skinner

They were there,
And they remember,
The shock, the horror
Of watching strangers die.
A life ended
By a fellow soldier’s shaking hands.

The unimaginable debt,
Owed by a free world
Can never be repaid,
Still we try
Giving up an hour, a day
To thank you for the burden you now carry
Laid there so we can live our lives.

They fought,
And killed
Enemies with faces
Identities unknown to the bullets
Shattering the protective shield
Laid there by those they loved.

For one day a year we honor you
For our lives,
It can never compare
Still we try
Thanking you on this day
For a million moments
You lived so we could too.

And one other:

Heroes
By Jared Jenkins

In war, there are lives risked and lives taken
Men and women giving their best to defend what they love
They defend their country
Their honor
Their people

Some call them soldiers
Others call them heroes

Our veterans have risked their lives for us
They have lived through hell and fought with honor
Many have killed
And regret doing so

For every life, there is a soul
For every soul, there is a life
For those who have died, we show great appreciation and remembrance
For those who live, along with them live the horrific memories of battle
Some, memories of defeat
Some, memories of victory

Our veterans were more than soldiers
They were, and still are heroes

Courage PosterSo take a moment today and thank the veterans that you know for what they gave or give to their country. Take a moment today to remember those who are no longer here to thank. We take for granted the ability to come together on this blog, discuss our opinions, and question not only those who represent us, but the very government that we live under. We live in the greatest country on earth, with freedoms that other nations simply do not have. And all of these things we owe to those brave men and women who gave all of themselves so that we may continue to live free. No matter where we all fall politically or in terms of our philosophy, we all owe a great deal to those who sacrifice in service to the country.

I want to offer my heartfelt thanks to all the veterans both past and present. You are my brothers and sisters. All Americans are, but you hold a special place in my heart and in the hearts of many other Americans. I want to especially say thank you to my father, a veteran of the Vietnam War. The sacrifices that he gave for our country have taken a toll on you dad, and not enough people take the time to acknowledge what you gave. I will never forget, because you inspired me to be what I am and taught me that nothing worth having comes with no costs.

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Comments

  1. G-Man offered this last night and asked me to move it to this thread tonight when I post it. I have also added it as comment #1 on the Veterans Day Article.

    USW,

    I’m not much of a morning person, so I would ask that you move this to the OPEN MIC forum. I’m posting early because of a phone call, so everyone disregard till tomorrow!

    Today, November 11, 2009, is Veterans Day! Special to me, because without the Vets, we couldn’t discuss much, if at all. Too often, our freedoms are taken for granted, and in many eyes, being stepped on today. I was lucky, I’m alive! I was lucky, because I worked with every branch of the military in my short 12 year tenure! Why? Because I worked the very best that our country has produced. The Marines, the Army, the Navy, the Coast Guard, and my crew, the Air Force. I worked with all of you, and never met anything less than a professional. The best that any man or women can be, in any branch of service, I worked with! I’m lucky! I’m so lucky, I cry when I bury one of those that served. I’m so lucky, that I worry about those that are in harms way each day, to continue the American way of life. No, it’s not perfect, but it’s what we have today.

    I’m lucky, because a good friend called tonight, we served in Desert Storm together, talked a lot when he was havin some rough times afterwards, today he and his family are doing fine, I’m lucky!

    I have great friends who have been through hell, like me. I’m lucky! I don’t even know what they look like, but they are with me, to share this day! I’m damn lucky!

    I listened as TAPS was played in Texas, as we said goodbye to 13 of our own, I cried. Damn I’m lucky.

    A month ago I watched a vet get buried in a field in Pennsylvania, the American Legion provided the Honor Guard, and played TAPS, I cried. Damn I’m lucky.

    I can only write what you have read, because I’m lucky. Today, I’m only here because of those that this day celebrates, the American Veterans, past, present and future.

    I am USAF. I am American and I WILL always be free. I WILL always fight for those that choose to stand beside me!

    On this Veterans Day, 2009, I offer the USAF’s best on video, and say to my fellow Vets, May God Bless You!

    PEACE!

    G!

  2. Southern Discomfort says:

    A very large thank-you to all veterans and current military families as this day ushers in quietly. I am personally grateful to you all and feel that you deserve so much more than a day on a calendar.

  3. Common Man says:

    Good Morning

    A heartfelt and sincere “Thank You” to all those that have and still do serve. You all are the best of the best and deserve this Nation’s gratitude.

    CM

    The father and son of a Veteran.

  4. To all who serve their country, who put their lives on the line defending family, friend and nation, you have our most heartfelt thanks. God bless you all!

  5. To all who have served, my thanks. You are the heart of our country,

  6. To: All my comrades in arms that are not here today. You are remembered.

    To: All my comrades in arms that are here today. You are thought of.

    To: All my comrades in arms who willingly took the mantle and are standing watch today. Thank you.

    To: My children for understanding why I missed Christmas, holidays, birthdays, picnics. Thank you.

    To: My son for understanding why I missed your first home run, your first deer, your state track meet when you set a record. Thank you.

    To: My daughter for understanding why I missed your championship volleyball game, your Indian Princess graduation, your first date, your first prom. Thank you.

    To: My Dad for being a part of the invasion of Iwo Jima, Tarawa, Saipan, Okinawa. You, too, are a veteran. Thank you.

    To: USW for your service to our country and for having this blog that reminds me of the freedom of speech and the rights to dissent that are experienced on here. Thank you.

    To: Richard, my close friend and lost comrade at Duc Lap in Vietnam. Thank you for trusting me to bring you home. I am sorry my skills were not enough to keep you alive but you are
    not and never will be forgotten.

    To: The United States of America for being the greatest country on this Earth. For your flag that takes the abuse, your ego that withstands verbal attack, your misunderstood beacon of liberty and freedom, and your safe haven for my family. Thank you for the privilege of protecting for what you represent. Thank you for allowing me, in moments of weakness, to wonder why I took the effort. Freedom has a flavor the protected will never know. Thank you, America, for allowing me to be a Veteran and to keep company with those that bore you and raised you.

    To: The families of the living and dead Veterans. A special thank you for your support. Your battlefields are no less important at home and no less dangerous. When your Husband/Wife is gone, you must fulfill the role of BOTH parents. When your son/daughter is gone, you are no less worried and afraid. Thank you for your letters and “care” packages and “goodie” boxes. They are just as an important life saver as the medic or corpsman on the battlefield. Many a time, mail call was more important than eating or sleeping….that touch with the “world”. Not only is the Veteran fighting for country and flag, but so you can continue to be free…even if we do not come home alive. Thank you for that support, for without it, our efforts are futile.

    Thank you, all, for allowing my brief moment of passion.

  7. USW,
    Thank you for this Site. It is a source of inspiration and learning for me. So grateful. You deserve a medal for writing to us than fetching the newest game! Understand!
    Seeing those photos of real American Troops storming Beaches to fight for our Country, has me trembling and deeply, sacredly impacted. Happy Veterans Day, Soldiers!!

  8. Thank you….ALL who are serving or have served our country, Thank you!
    All who gave of their most precious unrenewable assets, their time and lives….Thank you!
    To all who have and are serving…..I thank you and your families for loving our country enough to give all that you have.
    May the Lord truly bless and keep you all of your days!!!
    When I hear Taps….my heart breaks.
    When I see the flag draped coffin my soul weeps. The ones gone gave their ALL.

  9. Bottom Line says:

    Thank you USW, Brother. Thank you to ALL brothers/sisters.

    Thank you to my great great grandfathers for their service in the Spanish American War, and WW1. Thank you to my great grandfather and his brothers for their service in in WW2. Thank you to my grandfather for holding Berlin. Thank you to all of my uncles that served in WW2, Korea, and Vietnam. Thank you for teaching me what it means to serve.

    Thank you to those that had my back that night. Thank you to all who have served, fought and sacrificed. Thank you to those that supported and sacrificed to assist those serving. Thank you revolutionaries for setting the standard and giving us something to swear to. Thank you to all who have died. Thank you all.

    Good luck and godspeed to my brothers and sisters who are serving now. I wish you fare winds and following seas.

    To all who who have, are, and will serve, and especially for those who are about to die…

    SALUTE!

  10. Judy Sabatini says:

    First off, I want to say thank you to those Veterans here on this site for your service to this country, for you all have made great sacrifices yourselves, and for that, Thank You from the bottom of my heart. You are a very special group of people and have become my friends here, and for that, Thank you.

    I want to thank my father who is no longer with us, and he is/was a WWII Air Force Vet who was in Europe, and became the best father I had and loved so very much, thank you dad.

    I want to thank my uncle, my dad’s younger brother who is also a WWII Vet and was in the Air Force, who is also no longer with us, who at the time was in the South Pacific, Thank You Uncle Verne.

    I want to thank my brother who served in the Army, who is also no longer with us, Thank you Rod, you were the best brother a sister could have, and I miss you very much.

    To my husband who served in the Army during the Vietnam war, thank you for being there for me and being the best husband and father to our 2 son’s, I love you with all my heart.

    To my youngest son Matthew who is a former Marine, who went to Iraq twice, I thank God everyday that you came back home safe, and I’m so sorry for the buddies of yours that didn’t. To you Matthew, I say how proud I am of you then and now that you are serving your country again by being in the National Guard, Thank You, for I love you so very much.

    To my oldest son Christopher, who is also serving his country in the National Guard, how proud I am of you for all that you do to make this country just that much more safe. Thank You, and I love you so very much.

    To all those who have served, are serving now, will serve in the future, I say Thank You so very much, for without what you do, and have sacrificed, we wouldn’t have the freedom we do now.

    You all hold a very special place deep within my heart, I will never forget all you have done, and for that I say Thank You.

    Remember these words:

    These colors don’t run, never have, never will, never forget.

    Judy

  11. I too wish to send my thanks to all who have served and are serving. To those vets on this site, a big thank you.

    To my many great grandfathers and uncles that served in Queen Anne’s War, in the French and Indian War, in the Revolution along the bloody Mohawk, in the War of 1812, the Civil War, WWI, WWII, Korea, Vietnam, and the current conflicts many thanks. My dad was at Wheeler Field, HI on Dec. 7 and later on Saipan. My uncle was in North Africa, another in Korea, my brother served during Vietnam, several nephews and cousins have been/are in Iraq and Afganistan. Our family lost 3 of 5 brothers during the Revolution, 2 at the Battle of Oriskany; another ancestor was taken captive at that battle, another relative stopped the rout and saved the day. My gg-uncle served under Sherman and was a POW for nearly a year.

    My wife’s family also dates back to soldiers in the Revolution in western PA. She lost a gg-grandfather in the CW. Her dad was in Germany at the end of WWII.

    To all those, many thanks. They do not get enough praise for their efforts.

  12. The Americanization of Emily 1964
    http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0057840/

    When Charlie (James Garner) notices some photographs on the mantel, Emily (Julie Andrews) explains that she has lost her father, brother and husband to the war. He responds by saying, “I’m not sentimental about war. I see nothing noble in widows.”

    Emily warns him that her mother is a bit mad and has taken to referring to her fallen husband and son as though they were still alive. He does his best to charm Mrs. Barham (Joyce Grenfell), and then initially attempts to impart his views on war in a facetious manner:

    War isn’t hell at all.

    It’s man at his best; the highest morality he’s capable of … it’s not war that’s insane, you see. It’s the morality of it.

    It’s not greed or ambition that makes war: it’s goodness.

    Wars are always fought for the best of reasons: for liberation or manifest destiny.

    Always against tyranny and always in the interest of humanity.

    So far this war, we’ve managed to butcher some ten million humans in the interest of humanity.

    Next war it seems we’ll have to destroy all of man in order to preserve his damn dignity.

    It’s not war that’s unnatural to us – it’s virtue.

    As long as valor remains a virtue, we shall have soldiers. So, I preach cowardice. Through cowardice, we shall all be saved.

    She is completely oblivious to his irony:

    That was exalting, Commander … after every war, you know, we always find out how unnecessary it was.

    And after this one, I’m sure all the generals will dash off and write books about the blunders made by other generals, and statesmen will publish their secret diaries, and it’ll show beyond any shadow of a doubtAnd the rest of us, of course, will be left with the job of bandaging the wounded and baying the dead.

    His mockery unsuccessful, Charlie makes his point as clear as possible in one of the most pointed, devastating anti-war monologues ever heard in film:

    Charlie:
    I don’t trust people who make bitter reflections about war, Mrs. Barham.

    It’s always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a Hell it is.

    And it’s always the widows who lead the Memorial Day parades … we shall never end wars, Mrs. Barham, by blaming it on ministers and generals or warmongering imperialists or all the other banal bogies.

    It’s the rest of us who build statues to those generals and name boulevards after those ministers; the rest of us who make heroes of our dead and shrines of our battlefields.

    We wear our widows’ weeds like nuns and perpetuate war by exalting its sacrifices.

    My brother died at Anzio – an everyday soldier’s death, no special heroism involved. They buried what pieces they found of him. But my mother insists he died a brave death and pretends to be very proud.

    Mrs. Barham: You’re very hard on your mother. It seems a harmless enough pretense to me.

    Charlie: No, Mrs. Barham.

    No, you see, now my other brother can’t wait to reach enlistment age.

    That’ll be in September. May be ministers and generals who blunder us into wars, but the least the rest of us can do is to resist honoring the institution.

    What has my mother got for pretending bravery was admirable?

    She’s under constant sedation and terrified she may wake up one morning and find her last son has run off to be brave.

    Charlie’s compelling speech is so stunning, so jarring, that Mrs. Barham snaps out of her delusional denial and admits aloud, for the first time, that her husband and son are dead.

    Of course, forced by the Navy to film the invasion, Charlie himself becomes the first American to die on Omaha Beach. A picture of him dashing across the beach dodging bullets ends up on the front page of every newspaper and on the cover of Life Magazine.

    Bus pays a visit to the Barham home to offer his condolences to Emily, who has been holed up in her room for days. In a conversation with Mrs. Barham, he is almost drunk with enthusiasm over Charlie’s putative heroism:

    Bus: Charlie’s a hero, ma’am. Our public relations office is talking now of holding some sort of ceremony over his grave, building some sort of monument.

    Mrs. Barham: A monument?

    Bus: Well, probably nothing more than a simple bronze plaque, but the free French have indicated they’d be willing to declare Charlie’s grave a French National Shrine.

    Mrs. Barham: That’s depraved!

    Bus: Now, as soon as I get an extra copy of Life, I’ll bring it to you.

    Mrs. Barham: Whatever for?

    Bus: This picture of Charlie’s on the cover of Life Magazine.

    Mrs. Barham: That’s shoddy: a French national monument. I suppose one must expect that sort of thing from the French, but you’re supposed to be his friend.

    Couldn’t you have done something more to keep this sordid business out of the press? Of course, we’re all very disappointed in Charlie, but he’s paid his price and there’s no need to rake it up.

    Bus: No, I don’t think you have this exactly right, Mrs. Barham. You see, Charlie’s a hero.

    (Emily enters)

    Mrs. Barham: Emily, I must warn you: Charlie’s picture is in all the papers and they’re going to put up a monument on his grave.

    Emily: What on earth for? All he did was die. Dear me, we shall be celebrating cancer and automobile smash-ups next.

    Bus: He didn’t just die, Emily. He sacrificed his life. He was the first American to die on Omaha Beach.

    Emily: Was there a contest?

    Bus: Emily, I don’t understand you. I thought you’d be proud.

    Emily: We no longer take pride in death in this house, Bus. What was admirable about Charlie was his sensation of life, his cowardly, selfish, greedy appreciation of life, unadorned and uncertain as it is.

    • What can anyone say, thank you all, God Bless and God keep those of you who are gone.

      To those who now serve or will in the future “keep the faith”.

    • Sorry Flag, the comment above was not meant as a response to you. As a response to you, I loved the movie and sentiment when I saw it at 16. It’s hard. No matter how noble the cause seems, when you sit down and look at the pure human suffering involved you have to question the worth. As a young guy I got hooked on the History of WW 1. I got hooked to the point where in 1971 I dragged the girlfriend to Europe to do the battlefield thing. I challange anyone who has delusions about war to visit Verdun.

      It is an approach-avoidance thing. despite my political leanings, the fact that three of my sones served, my father and eight uncles, I can still sing “Where have all the flowers gone” with verve, enthusiasm and a tear in my eye.

      Was it not Bobby Lee who said “It is good that war is so terrible otherwise we should grow to love it too much.”

      Peace bro.

    • Bottom Line says:

  13. Judy Sabatini says:

    Navajo Code Talkers to Walk in NYC Veterans Day Parade

    Wednesday, November 11, 2009

    Navajo Code Talker Keith Little at an Oct. 4 book signing in New Mexico.

    NEW YORK — The famed Navajo Code Talkers, the elite Marine unit whose unbreakable code stymied the Japanese in World War II, fear their legacy will die with them.

    Only about 50 of the 400 Code Talkers are believed to be still alive, most living in the Navajo Nation reservation that spans Arizona, New Mexico and Utah. Many are frail or ill, with little time left to tell the world about their wartime contribution.

    But on Wednesday, 13 of the Code Talkers are coming to New York City to participate for the first time in the nation’s largest Veterans Day parade.

    The young Navajo Marines, using secret Navajo language-encrypted military terms, helped the U.S. prevail at Iwo Jima and other World War II Pacific battles, serving in every Marine assault in the South Pacific between 1942-1945. Military commanders said the code, transmitted verbally by radio, helped save countless American lives and bring a speedier end to the war in the Pacific theater.

    They were sworn to secrecy about their code, so complex that even other Navajo Marines couldn’t decipher it. Used to transmit secret tactical messages via radio or telephone, the code remained unbroken and classified for decades because of its potential postwar use.

    “We were never told that our code was never decoded” or given identities of the original 29 Navajos who created it, said Keith Little, 85, who joined the Marines at 17 and remembers crouching in a bomb crater amid heavy fire on Iwo Jima.

    “It was all covered by secrecy. We were constantly told not to talk about it,” said Little. The Code Talkers felt compelled to honor their secrecy orders, even after the code was declassified in 1968.

    Little plans to go to New York with the other Code Talkers, many of whom were young farmers and sheepherders and had never been away from home before the war.

    “The code did a lot of damage to the enemy,” said Samuel Tom Holiday, 85, of Kayenta, Ariz., who also is joining the parade. He was a 20-year-old Code Talker when he and two other Marines went behind enemy lines on Iwo Jima to locate a Japanese artillery unit advancing on American forces.
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    Once the unit was located, Holiday transmitted a coded message to Marine artillery, which fired a big shell at the Japanese. After the Marine rifleman proclaimed it “right on target,” Holiday messaged “Right on Target” to a Najavo Code Talker in Marine artillery.

    Though the Code Talkers transmitted information on tactics and troop movements, orders and other vital battlefield communications, they did not know at the time how those messages figured in the greater battle strategy.

    Today “there’s a certain elation about” knowing how much their work affected the outcome of the war, said Little, who runs a family ranch in Crystal, N.M., on the Navajo Nation.

    Before the code, the Japanese intercepted and sabotaged U.S. military communications at an alarming rate because they had expert English translators. American forces then devised ever more complicated codes, but that increased the time — sometimes hours — for sending and decoding them.

    The code, based on the ancient Navajo language, changed that. In the first 48 hours of the battle of Iwo Jima, six Code Talkers worked nonstop, transmitting and receiving more than 800 messages about troop movement and enemy fire — none deciphered by the Japanese. What confounded the enemy most was that Code Talkers could use distinctly different words for exactly the same message.

    Recognition from the U.S. government and awareness of the Code Talkers — even within the Navajo community — has been slow to come. It wasn’t until 2000 that the Congressional Gold Medal was bestowed on the survivors of the original 29 Code Talkers and silver medals on the rest.

    At least five of the Code Talkers died just this year, creating an urgency for the Navajo Code Talkers Foundation to create a museum in their honor in New Mexico, near the Navajo capital of Window Rock, Ariz. It is slated to open sometime in 2012.

    Yvonne Murphy, a foundation board member and daughter of Code Talker Raymond R. Smith Sr., who died seven years ago, did not hear of the Code Talkers until she was 16.

    “I saw this outfit lying on the bed … a Marine gold-colored shirt,” she said, the uniform of the Code Talkers, laid out with some Navajo jewelry. But it wasn’t until she was in her 30s, “that I was able to grasp the whole concept,” added Murphy, 45.

    The Code Talkers coming to New York this week hope to highlight their efforts and funding needs for the museum, slated to open sometime in 2012.

    On Tuesday, they will visit ground zero and the World War II aircraft carrier the USS Intrepid, where they will give a proclamation on behalf of the Navajo Nation to Mayor Michael Bloomberg.

    “A lot more Marines would be dead right now,” if not for the Code Talkers, said parade chairman Patrick Gualtieri.

    “Our language was used to help win the war,” said Holiday.

    “After we’re all gone, there will be no one to tell the story.”

  14. Bottom Line says:

    One of my favorite Congressional Medal of Honor stories:

    Hospital Corpsman Third Class Donald E. Ballard, United States Navy

    For conspicuous gallantry and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty on 16 May 1968 while serving as a Corpsman with Company M, 3d Battalion, 4th Marines, 3d Marine Division in connection with operations against enemy aggressor forces in the Republic of Vietnam. During the afternoon hours, Company M was moving to join the remainder of the 3d Battalion in Quang Tri Province. After treating and evacuating two heat casualties, Petty Officer Ballard was returning to his platoon from the evacuation landing zone when the company was ambushed by a North Vietnamese Army unit employing automatic weapons and mortars, and sustained numerous casualties. Observing a wounded Marine, Petty Officer Ballard unhesitatingly moved across the fire- swept terrain to the injured man and swiftly rendered medical assistance to his comrade. Petty Officer Ballard then directed four Marines to carry the casualty to a position of relative safety. As the four men prepared to move the wounded Marine, an enemy soldier suddenly left his concealed position and, after hurling a hand grenade which landed near the casualty, commenced firing upon the small group of men. Instantly shouting a warning to the Marines, Petty Officer Ballard fearlessly threw himself upon the lethal explosive device to protect his comrades from the deadly blast. When the grenade failed to detonate, he calmly arose from his dangerous position and resolutely continued his determined efforts in treating other Marine casualties. Petty Officer Ballard’s heroic actions and selfless concern for the welfare of his companions served to inspire all who observed him and prevented possible injury or death to his fellow Marines. His courage, daring initiative, and unwavering devotion to duty in the face of extreme personal danger, sustain and enhance the finest traditions of the United States Naval Service.

  15. Bottom Line says:

  16. Judy Sabatini says:

    What Is A United States Marine?

    I am 234 years of romping, stomping, hell, death, and destruction. I am the finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. I was born in a bomb crater. My mother was an M-16 and my Father is the Devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life.

    I am a rough looking, roving, warrior from the sea. I am cocky, self centered, and overbearing. I do not know the meaning of fear for I am fear itself. I am a green amphibious monster made of blood and guts that arose from the ashes of my enemies, festering on anti-Americans throughout the globe. When ever it may arise and when my time comes, I will die a glorious and grotesque death on the battlefield, giving my life for the Corps, Mom, and Apple Pie.

    I stole the Eagle from the Air Force, the Anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army.

    Then on the 7th day, while God rested, I overran His perimeter and stole the Globe and I have been running the show ever since.

    I live like a Soldier, talk like a Sailor, and slap the shit out of both of them. Warrior by day, lover by night, professional by choice, and Marine by the grace of God.

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