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Blood makes the grass grow; Marines make the blood flow!
I was born a few hours after dawns light many years ago. The town where I grew up was large and always busy. During the summer months the streets were filled with people from all over the world. From my families’ house in the commons, and particularly on quiet nights, you could hear distant sounds of celebrations at the castle. Throughout the year the sky would light up with fireworks, my sister and I would imagine we were there with all the royal patrons. My youth would not last long...
Many nights were spent searching, but for what was a mystery left untold. I wandered the streets, not alone, but with others who searched. Our only commonality was the direction we wandered. We shared cigarettes. We shared thoughts without words. I would wake and find myself in some secluded wood. The ground told the tale of a large gathering, but no images remained.
To the world I seemed as usual. Inside I knew I was different. There were no answers, no guides, just instinct. I traveled to distant lands; I made love for the first time. I felt as though I was being drawn to what I sought through mutual desire. Many of my experiences seemed to bring me closer to what I searched for, but the light grew dim and flickered out.
I wonder as a blind man; nothing is known to my eyes. I cannot feel; to calloused hands everything is cold and hard. Perfumes of the world enflame my sinuses, and burn my mind. Music pierces my heart and blood seeps from my ears. As pain drives me deeper inside I dream of my youth and my journey starts over.
The Marine Corps doesn't build character... It reveals it!
GREAT ENCOURAGEMENT
AMERICAN REVOLUTION
What a Brilliant Prospect does this Event Present to every Lad of Spirit who is inclined to try his Fortune in this highly renowned Corps.
The Continental Marines
When every thing that swims the Seas must be a
PRIZE!
Thousands are at this moment endeavoring to get on Board Privateers where they will serve without pay or reward of any kind whatsoever, so certain does their chance appear of enriching themselves by PRIZE MONEY! What an enviable Station then must the CONTINENTAL MARINE hold, --- who with far superior advantages to these, has the additional benefit of liberal Pay, and plenty of the best Provisions, with a good and well appointed Ship under him, the Pride and Glory of the Continental Navy; surely every Man of Spirit must blush to remain at Home in Inactivity and Indolence when his Country needs his Assistance.
Where then can he have such a fair opportunity, reaping Glory and Riches in the Continental Marines, a Corps daily acquiring new Honors, and here, once embarked in American Fleet, he finds himself in the midst of Honor and Glory, surrounded by a set of fine fellows, Strangers to Fear, and who strike Terror through the Hearts of their Enemies wherever they go!
He has likewise the inspiring idea to know, that while he sails the Ocean to protect the Liberty of these states, that the Thanks and good Wishes of the whole American people shall send him forth on his mission and participate in his Glory. Lose no Time, then, my Fine Fellows, in embracing the glorious Opportunity that awaits you: YOU WILL RECEIVE
Seventeen Dollars Bounty.
And on your Arrival at Head Quarters be comfortably and genteelly CLOTHED. And spirited young BOYS, of a promising Appearance, who are Five Feet Six Inches High, will receive TEN DOLLARS, and equal Advantage of PROVISIONS and CLOTHING with the Men. And those who wish only to enlist for a limited Service, shall receive a Bounty of SEVEN DOLLARS, and Boys FIVE. In fact, the Advantages which the MARINE receives are too numerous to mention here, but among the many, it may not be amiss to state --- that if he has a WIFE or aged PARENT, he can make them an Allotment of half his PAY which will be regularly paid without any Trouble to them, or to whomever he may direct, that being well Fed and Clothed on Board Ship, the remainder of his PAY and PRIZE MONEY will be placed in Reserve for the Relief of his Family or his own private Purposes. The Single Young Man, on his Return to Port, finds himself compelled to cut a Dash on Shore, with his GIRL and his GLASS, that might be envied by a Nobleman. Take Courage then, seize the Fortune that awaits you, repair to the MARINE RENDEVOUS, where on a FLOWING BOWL of PUNCH, on Three Times Three, you shall drink.
Long Live the United States and Success to the Marines
The Daily Allowance of a Marine when embarked is One Pound of BEEF or PORK. One Pound of BREAD. Flour, Raisins, Butter, Cheese, Oatmeal, Molasses, Tea, Sugar, &c. &c. And a Pint of the best WINE, or half a Pint of the Best RUM or BRANDY, together with a Pint of LEMONADE. They make Liberty in warm countries, a plentiful Allowance of the choicest FRUIT. And what can be more handsome than the Marines' Proportion of PRIZE MONEY, when a Sergeant shares equal with the Fleet Class of Petty Officers, such as Midshipmen, Petty Officers, &c. which is five shares each; a Corporal with the Second Class, which Is Three Shares each; and the Private with the Able Seaman, one Share and a Half each.
Desiring Greater Particulars, and a more full account of the many Advantages of this Invaluable Corps, apply to CAPTAIN MULLAN at TUN TAVERN, where the bringer of a Recruit will receive THREE DOLLARS.
January, 1776
U.S.M.C. - Department of the Navy
~ The Men's Department ~
We stole the Eagle from the Air Force,
The Anchor from the Navy,
The Rope from the Army,
And on the seventh day when God rested,
We overran His perimeter and stole the Globe,
And have been protecting our shores ever since.
"Every Marine is, first and foremost, a rifleman. All other conditions are secondary."
Gen. A. M. Gray, USMC, Commandant of the Marine Corps
The Rifleman's Creed
This is my rifle. There are many like it but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My rifle without me is useless. Without my rifle I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than any enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will....
My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is America's and there is no enemy, but Peace.
“The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps!”
Eleanor Roosevelt, First Lady of the United States, 1945
Be safe - Sleep with a Marine!
The Story of Creation
In the beginning was the word, and the word was God. In the beginning was God, and all else was darkness and void, and without form. So God created the heavens and the Earth. He created the sun, and the moon, and the stars, so that light might pierce the darkness.
The Earth, God divided between the land and the sea, and these he filled with many assorted creatures. The dark, salty, slimy creatures that inhabited the murky depths of the oceans, God called sailors, and he dressed them accordingly. They had little trousers that looked like bells at the bottom. And their shirts had cute little flaps on them to hide the hickys on their necks. He also gave them long sideburns and shabby looking beards. God nicknamed them "squids" and banished them to a lifetime at sea, so that normal folks would not have to associate with them. To further identify these unloved creatures, he called them "petty" and "commodore", instead of titles worthy of red-blooded men.
The flaky creatures of the land, God called soldiers. And with a twinkle in his eye, and a sense of humor that only he could have, God made their trousers too short and their covers too large. He also made their pockets oversized, so that they may warm their hands. To adorn their uniforms, God gave them badges in quantities that only a dime store owner could appreciate. He gave them emblems and crests, and all sorts of shiny things that glittered and devices that dangled.
(When you are God you tend to get carried away)
Then He created the creatures of the air, for which he designed a Greyhound bus driver's uniform for Air Force flyboys. But he discarded the idea during the first week, and it was not until years later that some apostles resurrected this theme, and established what we now know as the "Wild-Blue-Yonder-Wonders".
And on the 7th day, as you know, God rested.
But on the 8th day, at 0730, God looked down upon the earth and was not happy. God was not happy! So he thought about his labors, and in his divine wisdom God created a divine creature. And this he called Marine.
These Marines, who God had created in his own image, were to be of the air, and of the land, and of the sea. To these he gave many wonderful uniforms. Some were green, and some were blue with red trim. And in the early days, some were even a beautiful tan. He gave them practical fighting uniforms, so that they could wage war against the forces of Satan and evil. He gave them service uniforms for their daily work and training, and he gave them evening and dress uniforms... sharp and stylish, handsome things, so that they might promenade with their ladies on Saturday night and impress the shit out of everybody! He even gave them swords, so that people who were not impressed, could be dealt with accordingly.
And at the end of the 8th day, God looked down upon the Earth and saw that it was good. But was God happy? NO! God was still not happy! Because in the course of his labors, he had forgotten one thing. He did not have a Marine uniform for himself. But, he thought about it... and thought about it... and finally satisfied himself in knowing that, well...
"NOT EVERYBODY CAN BE A MARINE!"
"I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I prefer you said 'thank you', and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!"
He was a weapon. His life was a war. And everybody knows the war never ends.
To err is human,
To forgive is divine,
Neither of which is Marine Corps policy!
STALKING:
No need to worry your "eternally" pretty head...
unless I show up at your door.
BITING:
Nice in person but a little anti-climactic here. Don't you think?
"Let me tell you a little story about a man named STFU, even before you start. That was a pre-emptive STFU! Now, I have a whole bag of STFU with your name on it!"
The rating you receive from me is what I feel your profile deserves. Requests for specific ratings will be met with subsequent downgrade in previous rating. If you feel it necessary to rate me extremely low that’s your prerogative, I can care less. But there are others watching who take care of my "light" work, and I guarantee repercussions!
