Posted 10 November 2007 - 03:21 PM
Yeah... surprised anyone would notice. Marine Corps birthdays were awesome on base... best food, deserts, and women.
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Posted 10 November 2007 - 04:50 PM
i just want to give a special thanks to all who fallen for me and my flag. also i want everyone to know about one of my friends, Sgt Padilla. Sgt Padilla wa on a convoy moving itno iraq in 03 when it first started and was shot in the neck. he died. my friend was the first to die in iraq. he was a motor t driver im mwss-371 stationed in yuma az. heres 2 shots for you brother. cheers!
This post has been edited by snipin'since88: 10 November 2007 - 05:00 PM
Posted 11 November 2007 - 11:57 AM
It was nearly eight months before the Declaration of Independence that the Continental Congress, in a small tavern in Philadelphia in 1775, authorized the creation of two battalions of Marines to defend the shores of colonial America from the marauding and powerful British Navy. Marine sharpshooters from the foretop of the rebuilt merchant ship Bon Homme Richard aided in John Paul Jones' famous defeat of the heavier-gunned Serapis in 1779. Lt. Presley O'Bannon's incredible desert march in Tripoli in 1805 set the standard for the cocky young men advancing to their deaths at the battles of Chateau-Thiery, Belleau Wood and Soissons in 1918, their sons at Guadalcanal, Iwo Jima, Okinawa in the 1940s, their grandsons at the battles of Hue City, Khe Sanh and Con Thien in Vietnam in the 1960s, and now their great-grandsons in Iraq and Afghanistan. The legends continue to pass on and be embellished by the bravest of our time.
The Marine Corps is unique among our military forces. Every Marine general recognizes the supremacy of his 18-year-old enlisted men. The general's highest accolade is not "he took Baghdad" or "he took Kuwait City," but "he looked after his troops."
Marines can be diplomats as well as warriors. Former Marines such as Medal of Honor winners Smedley Butler and David Shoup, upon retirement, spoke out strongly against our aggressions in the Caribbean and Vietnam. Retired generals such as Tony Zinni, Joe Hoar and Jim Jones have spoken of the virtues of diplomacy as opposed to our current wars so espoused by men who have never served in the military. Double-amputees such as former lieutenants Bobby Muller and Chesty Puller Jr. have led in efforts for peace, and thousands of youthful warriors have progressed to be leaders in that search.
Perhaps the best definition of the Corps' philosophy was spoken over 120 years ago by a thrice-wounded veteran of the Civil War:
"It is not well for soldiers to think much about wounds. Sooner or later we shall fall; but meantime it is for us to fix our eyes on the point to be stormed and get there if we can."
"As life is action and passion, it is required of a man that he should share the passion and action of his time at peril of being judged not to have lived."
Ask a Marine what's so special about the Marines and the answer would be "Esprit de Corps", an unhelpful French phrase that means exactly what
it looks like - the spirit of the Corps, but what is that spirit, and where does it come from?
The Marine Corps is the only branch of the U.S. Armed Forces that recruits people specifically to fight.
The Army emphasizes personal development (an Army of One), the Navy promises fun (let the journey begin), the Air Force offers security (its a great way of life).
Missing from all the advertisements is the hard fact that a soldier's lot is to suffer and perhaps to die for his people, and take lives at the risk of his/her own. Even the thematic music of the services reflects this evasion.
The Army's Caisson Song describes a pleasant country outing. Over hill and dale, lacking only a picnic basket.
Anchors Aweigh, the Navy's celebration of the joys of sailing, could have been penned by Jimmy Buffet.
The Air Force song is a lyric poem of blue skies and engine thrust.
All is joyful, invigorating, and safe.
There are no land mines in the dales nor snipers behind the hills, no submarines or cruise missiles threaten the ocean jaunt, no bandits are lurking in the wild blue yonder.
The Marines Hymn, by contrast, is all-combat. We fight our Country's battles, First to fight for right and freedom, we have fought in every clime and place where we could take a gun, in many a strife we have fought for life and never lost our nerve.
The choice is made clear. You may join the Army to go to adventure training, or join the Navy to go to Bangkok, or join the Air Force to go to computer school. You join the Marine Corps to go to War!
But the mere act of signing the enlistment contract confers no status in the Corps.
The Army recruit is told from his first minute in uniform that "your in the Army now", soldier. The Navy and Air Force enlistees are sailors or airmen as soon as they get off bus at the training center.
The new arrival at Marine Corps boot camp is called a recruit, or worse, but never a MARINE. Not yet, maybe never. He or she must earn the right to claim the title of UNITED STATES MARINE, and failure returns you to civilian life without hesitation or ceremony.
Recruit Platoon 2210 at San Diego, California trained from October through December of 1968. In Viet Nam the Marines were taking two hundred casualties a week, and the major rainy season operation Meade River, had not even begun. Yet Drill Instructors had no qualms about winnowing out almost a quarter of their 112 recruits, graduating eighty-one. Note that this was post - enlistment attrition; every one of those who were dropped had been passed by the recruiters as fit for service.
But they failed the test of Boot Camp, and not necessarily for physical reasons; at least two were outstanding high school athletes for whom the calisthenics and running were child's play. The cause of their failure was not in the biceps nor the legs, but in the spirit. They had lacked the will to endure the mental and emotional strain, so they would not be Marines. Heavy commitments and high casualties not withstanding, the Corps reserves the right to pick and choose.
History classes in boot camp? Stop a soldier on the street and ask him to name a battle of World War One. Pick a sailor at random to describe the epic fight of the Bon Homme Richard. Everyone has heard of McGuire Air Force Base. So ask any airman who Major Thomes McGuire was, and
why he is so commemorated.
I am not carping, and there is no sneer in this criticism. All of the services have glorious traditions, but no one teaches the young soldier, sailor or airman what his uniform means and why he should be proud of it. But ask a Marine about World War One, and you will hear of the wheat field at Belleau Wood and the courage of the Fourth Marine Brigade, fifth and sixth regiments.
Faced with an enemy of superior numbers entrenched in tangled forest undergrowth, the Marines received an order to attack that even the charitable cannot call ill - advised. It was insane. Artillery support was absent and air support had not yet been invented, so the Brigade charged German machine guns with only bayonets, grenades, and indomitable fighting spirit. A bandy-legged little barrel of a gunnery sergeant, Daniel J. Daly, rallied his company with a shout, "Come on
you sons a *****es, do you want to live forever"?
He took out three machine guns himself, and they would give him the Medal of Honor except for a technicality: he already had two of them.
French liaison officers, hardened though they were by four years of trench bound slaughter, were shocked as the Marines charged across the open wheat field under a blazing sun directly into the teeth of enemy fire. Their action was anachronistic on the twentieth-century battlefield; so much so that they might as well have been swinging cutlasses. But the enemy was only human; they could not stand up to this. So the Marines took Belleau Wood. The Germans called them "Dogs from the Devil."
Every Marine knows this story and dozens more. We are taught them in boot camp as a regular part of the curriculum. Every Marine will always be taught them! You can learn to don a gas mask anytime, even on the plane in route to the war zone, but before you can wear the Eagle Globe & Anchor and claim the title you must know about the Marines who made that emblem and title meaningful. So long as you can march and shoot and revere the legacy of the Corps, you can take your place in line.
And that line is unified spirit as in purpose.
A soldier wears branch of service insignia on his collar, metal shoulder pins and cloth sleeve patches to identify his unit. Sailors wear a rating badge that identifies what they do for the Navy.
Marines wear only the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor, together with personal ribbons and their CHERISHED marksmanship badges. There is nothing on a Marine's uniform to indicate what he or she does, nor what unit the Marine belongs to. You cannot tell by looking at a Marine whether you are seeing a truck driver, a computer programmer, or a machine gunner.
The Corps explains this as a security measure to conceal the identity and location of units, but the Marines' penchant for publicity makes that the least likely of explanations. No, the Marine is amorphous, even anonymous, by conscious design.
Every Marine is a rifleman first and foremost, a Marine first, last and always! You may serve a four-year enlistment or even a twenty plus year career without seeing action, but if the word is given you'll charge across that Wheatfield! Whether a Marine has been schooled in automated supply, automotive mechanics, or aviation electronics, is immaterial.
Those things are secondary - the Corps does them because it must. The modern battlefield requires the technical appliances, and since the enemy has them, so do we, but no Marine boasts mastery of them. Our pride is in our marksmanship, our discipline, and our membership in a fraternity of courage and sacrifice." For the honor of the fallen, for the glory of the dead", Edar Guest wrote of Belleau Wood," the living line of courage kept the faith and moved ahead."
They are all gone now, those Marines who made a French farmer's little Wheatfield into one of the most enduring of Marine Corps legends. Many of them did not survive the day, and eight long decades have claimed the rest. But their actions are immortal. The Corps remembers them and honors what they did, and so they live forever.
Dan Daly's shouted challenge takes on its true meaning - if you lie in the trenches you may survive for now, but someday you will die and no one will care. If you charge the guns you may die in the next two minutes, but you will be one of the immortals.
All Marines die; some in the red flash of battle, some in the white cold of the nursing home. In the vigor of youth or the infirmity of age, all will eventually die. But the Marine Corps lives on. Every Marine who ever lived is living still - in the Marines who claim the title today.
It is that sense of belonging to something that will outlive your own mortality, which gives people a light to live by and a flame to mark their passing."
Posted 11 November 2007 - 12:46 PM
Every time I even think about Belleau Wood I get goose bumps!
I'm proud to be a Marine, and would gladly be one of those Devil Dogs charging a machine gun nest!
"There are only two types of people who understand Marines; Marines, and the enemy. Everyone else has a second hand opinion!" Gen William Thornton - U.S. Army
Posted 11 November 2007 - 01:29 PM
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This post has been edited by WardenWolf: 11 November 2007 - 01:33 PM
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