Marines come in all sizes, weight, states of sobriety, misery and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, the sincerity of a liar, and the appetite of a horse. He is indestructible. A Marine is a magical creature; you can lock him out of your house but not your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not your mind. Marines are found everywhere; in bars, in battle, in love, on leave and in debt. No one could write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else could get so much enjoyment out of one letter, civilian clothes or a six pack of beer. A Marine is lazy with a deck of cards, a millionaire without a cent, brave without a brain of sense. He is the protector of America with the latest copy of Playboy in his pocket. When he wants something it is usually a 3 day pass, a 5 dollar bill or a standby at home. Girls love them, mothers tolerate them, the United States supports them and somehow they manage to live together. No woman can tame him, no man can beat him. He likes girls, females, ladies, dames and members of the opposite sex. He dislikes answering letters, wearing uniforms, his superiors, getting up for reveille, Marine Corps chow, basic training and the week before payday. You might as well give in. He is your long distance lover, your bright eyes, and your bundle of worry. Even all of your shattered dreams become insignificant when he comes home to you and greets you with those innocent spoken words, "Hi!
Unknown "USMC County boy" - 15 years, 8 months, 28 days ago

The marine corps is over 232 years of romping, stomping, hell, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. I was born in a bomb crater, my mother was a hand grenade my father was the devil himself. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I am a rough looking, roving warrior of the sea. I am cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and I 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, festering on anti-Americans throughout the globe. Whenever it may arise, and when my time comes, I will die a glorious death on the battle field, giving my life to Mom, the Corps, the American flag and apple pie. 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 overran his perimeter and stole the globe, and we’ve been running the show ever since. We live like soldiers and talk like sailors and kick the shit out of both of them. warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, MARINE BY GOD!!!
Unknown "USMC County boy" - 15 years, 8 months, 28 days ago

A True Poem


Take a man and put him alone,
Put him twelve thousand miles from home.
Empty his heart of all but blood,
Make him live in sand, in mud.
This is the life I have to live,
This the soul to God I give.
You have your parties and drink your beer,
While young men are dying over here.
Plant your signs on the White House lawn; "Lets get out of Iraq"
Use your signs and have your fun,
Then refuse to use a gun.
There's nothing else for you to do,
Then I'm supposed to die for you?
There is one thing that you should know;
And that's where I think you should go!
I'm already here and it's too late.
I've traded all my love for all this hate.
I'll hate you till the day I die.
You made me hear my buddy cry.
I saw his leg and his blood shed,
Then I heard them say, "This one's dead".
It was a large price for him to pay,
To let you live another day.
He had the guts to fight and die,
To keep the freedom you live by.
By his dying, your life he buys,
But who cares if a Marine dies!


Compliments of CPL Ledbetter

Unknown "USMC County boy" - 15 years, 11 months, 21 days ago

Mark was walking home from school one day when he noticed the boy ahead of him had tripped and dropped all of the books he was carrying, along with two sweaters, a baseball bat, a glove and a small tape recorder. Mark knelt down and helped the boy pick up the scattered articles. Since they were going the same way, he helped to carry part of the burden. As they walked Mark discovered the boy's name was Bill, that he loved video games, baseball and history, and that he was having lots of trouble with his other subjects and that he had just broken up with his girlfriend. They arrived at Bill's home first and Mark was invited in for a Coke and to watch some television. The afternoon passed pleasantly with a few laughs and some shared small talk, then Mark went home. They continued to see each other around school, had lunch together once or twice, then both graduated from junior high school. They ended up in the same high school where they had brief contacts over the years. Finally the long awaited senior year came and three weeks before graduation, Bill asked Mark if they could talk.

Bill reminded him of the day years ago when they had first met. "Did you ever wonder why I was carrying so many things home that day?" asked Bill. "You see, I cleaned out my locker because I didn't want to leave a mess for anyone else. I had stored away some of my mothers sleeping pills and I was going home to commit suicide.

But after we spent some time together talking and laughing, I realized that if I had killed myself, I would have missed that time and so many others that might follow. And i didnt realise there's you who's able to share my passions n interests and to experience life together. So you see, Mark, when you picked up those books that day, you did a lot more, you saved my life."

You'll never know how a simple sincere gesture / action of yours could impact the lives of others.
Unknown "USMC County boy" - 15 years, 11 months, 25 days ago

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: "Daddy, may I ask you a question?"

DAD: "Yeah sure, what is it?" replied the man.

SON: "Daddy, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD: "That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?" the man said angrily.

SON: "I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?"

DAD: "If you must know, I make $100 an hour."

SON: "Oh," the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow $50?"
The father was furious, "If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I work hard everyday for such this childish behavior."

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think: Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $50 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of the little boy's room and opened the door.

"Are you asleep, son?" He asked.

"No daddy, I'm awake," replied the boy.

"I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier" said the man.

"It's been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $50 you asked for."

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. "Oh, thank you daddy!" He yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

"Why do you want more money if you already have some?" the father grumbled.

"Because I didn't have enough, but now I do," the little boy replied.

"Daddy, I have $100 now. Can I buy an hour of your time?
Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.



It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that $100 worth of your time with someone you love.

Not all things can be replaced. Perhaps the tangibles could be but not the intangibles
Unknown "USMC County boy" - 15 years, 11 months, 25 days ago