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Usmc 221 years of romping, stomping, hell, death and destruction. The finest
fighting machine the world has ever seen. We were born in a bomb crater.
My mother was an M-16. My father was the devil. Each moment that I live
is an additional threat upon your life.
I'm,
a roughish-looking, rover solider of the sea. I am cocky, self-centered,
over-bearing, 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, whose sole purpose in life is to perpetuate death and destruction
upon the festering of anti-Americans throughout the globe, whenever it
may arise. And when my time comes, I'll die a glorious death on the battlefield,
giving my life to Mom, Apple Pie and the American Flag.
We
stole the eagle from the Air force, anchor from the Navy, and the rope
from the Army; and on the seventh 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, talk like sailors, and slap the hell out of both
of them.
Solider
by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine by God.
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