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Khayman
00:14 Mar 29 2008

I need to meet you.



>:)~

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An Anonymous US Marine, 2005:



"I recently attended a Kansas City Chiefs football game at Arrowhead Stadium. It was their annual Veteran's Day tribute, so members of all the services were asked to participate in the festivities.



A color guard for the National Anthem was provided by the Buffalo Soldiers Association. They looked very sharp in their 1800s-era US Army Cavalry uniforms. Following that, the Navy parachute team put on an impressive display that brought cheers from the 78,000 football fans in attendance. Shortly thereafter, we were treated to the truly awesome sight of an Air Force B-2 Spirit stealth bomber flyover as well as a few other aircraft.



All of these sights, but especially the B-2, were truly appreciated by the crowd who let it be known by their cheers. I expected that was all we would see of the US Military that day. I thought we would see a high school or college marching band during half-time. Few watch those shows anyway because they have to go to the head or grab another beer during the intermission.



Shortly before half-time, however, I looked down on the sidelines near the end zone and saw the Marine Corps Silent Drill Team forming up. As the players left the field and the half-time show started, the announcer came on the public address system to advise us of the Drill Team's performance. Many of us Marines have seen these performances in the past and they're always awe-inspiring. I didn't expect the large civilian crowd of football fans would be as appreciative of the Drill Team as they had been of the high-tech B-2 or the daring of the Navy parachute team. However, I was on the edge of my seat.



As the Drill Team marched onto the field, the crowd grew noticeably quieter. Soon, the team was fully into their demonstration, and the stadium was absolutely silent. From high in the stands' upper reaches where my seats were, I was able to hear the "snap" and "pop" of hands striking rifles. Both big screen "Jumbo-tron" scoreboards displayed close up shots of the Marines as they went through their routine.



As they completed their demonstration and lined up for the inspection, the crowd began cheering as the Marines twirled their rifles in impossible fashion. Then came the inspection. Again, the crowd fell silent and watched intently as rifles were thrown, caught, twirled, inspected and thrown some more. Each well-practiced feat brought a "wow" or "did you see that?" from those sitting around me.



I sat there in silent pride as I watched my brother Marines exit the field. A young girl behind me asked her mother a question about how the Marines learn to do the things they just did.



The mother replied, "They practice long and hard and they're Marines; they're the best."



Semper Fidelis!

Himself: A handsome, buff, highly trained professional killer and female idol, who carries a finely honed K-Bar, wears a crisp 8-point cammie cover and is always on time due to the absolute reliability of his Seiko digital watch.



His Wife: A stinking, gross, foul mouthed and lovable bum, who arrives back at home every few months with a seabag full of dirty utilities, a huge Seiko watch, an oversized knife, a filthy hat and hornier then hell.



His Commanding Officer: A fine specimen of a drunken, brawling, HMMWV-stealing, woman-corrupting bull-shitter, with an incredibly accurate Seiko watch, a finely honed razor sharp K-Bar and a salty cammie cover.



Headquarters Marine Corps: A drunken, brawling, HMMWV-stealing, woman-corrupting "cumshaw artist", who wears a Seiko watch, an unauthorized K-Bar and a squared-away cover.



Congress: Overpaid, overrated tax burdens who are indispensable since they volunteer to go anywhere at any time to kill whoever they're told to kill, as long as they can drink, brawl, steal HMMWVs, corrupt women and sing dirty songs while wearing cammies, oversized knives, Seiko watches and a really screwed-up 8-point cover that doesn't look like the Army's.

...do you know what you get when you cross a werewolf with a vampire?



A fur coat that sticks to your neck!

"...is over 225 years of romping, stomping, hell, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. We were born in a Bomb Crater; Our Mother was an M-16 & Our Father was the Devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I am a rough looking, roving soldier of the sea. I am cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and do not know the meaning of fear, for I am fear itself. I am a green amphibious monster, made of blood and guts, who arose from the sea, feasting on anti-Americans throughout the globe. Whenever it may arise, and when my time comes, I will die a glorious death on the battlefield, giving my life for Mom, the Corps, and the American Flag. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. On the 7th day, while God rested, we over-ran his perimeter and stole the globe, and we've been running the show ever since. We live like soldiers and talk like sailors and slap the Hell out of both of them. Marine by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice...



MARINE BY GOD!!! OORAH!!!"

A friend is someone who will help you move. A real friend is someone who will help you move a body.

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BlutNacht
00:21 Mar 26 2008

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imagesinwords
00:26 Mar 26 2008

Mr. Newberry: What have you been doing with your life?

Marty: Uh... professional killer.

Mr. Newberry: Oh! Good for you, it's a... growth industry.

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"To him she seemed so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell".



Gabriel Garcia Marquez

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imagesinwords
17:35 Mar 13 2008

Those are the kinds of words that also catch my attention. If you can appreciate those words, you can probably write them yourself.



We'll be better friends in our 30s than we ever could have been in our 20s.

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LeatherNeck
18:49 Mar 13 2008

Interesting what affect time has on us...

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imagesinwords
21:53 Mar 13 2008

I can't believe you are quoting "Love in The Time of Cholera" :P



I hate to admit I haven't read the book or seen the movie... but I have been meaning to for years. John Cusack mentions this book in 2 of his movies (High Fidelity and Serendipity... and I am a Cusack fan), the rockin' Javier Bardem stars in the movie. I have been a Javier Bardem fan since way before 'No Country For Old Men'- watching him in Spanish films, subtitled. So, with me being pointed in the direction of this book for so long, I stumble across you leaving this quote. That's just... an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident. :)

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