We are 234 years of Romping, Stomping, Hell Raising Death, and Destruction - the finest fighting force the world has ever seen. We were born in a bomb crater. Our mother was an M16 and our father was the devil. If you are an enemy, each moment that we live is an additional threat to your life. We eat concertina, piss napalm, and can shoot a round through a flea’s ass at 300 meters. We are ruggish looking, roving soldiers of the sea. We are cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and we do not fear, for we are Fear itself. We are green amphibious monsters made of blood and guts who arose from the sea - the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little sons of bitches whose sole purpose in life is to inflict death and destruction upon the enemies of America wherever they arise. And when our time comes, we’ll die glorious deaths on the battlefield giving our lives for mom, apple pie, and the American Flag.
We are United States Marines. We live like soldiers, talk like sailors, and slap the hell out of both of them. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the rope from the Army, and the anchor from the Navy. And on the 7th day, when God rested, we overran his perimeter, stole the globe and we’ve been running the show ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine by God.
I MISS THIS SHIT!
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