The USMC is over 220 years of romping, stomping, hell, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. We were born in a bomb crater, our Mother was an M16 and our Father was the devil. Each moment I live is an additional threat upon your life. I am a rough looking, roving soldier 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 battlefield, giving my life to Mom, the Corps, and the American flag. We stole the Eagle from the Air Force, the Anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. On the seventh day while God rested, we overran his perimeter and stole the Globe. We've been running the show ever since. We live like soldiers, talk like sailors, and slap the hell out of both of them. Soldier by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice & killer by instinct.
Nick in heaven
DEFINITION OF A MARINE... Marines come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and 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 politician, and the subtly of Mt. Saint Helen. He is extremely irresistible, totally irrational and completely indestructible. A Marine is a Marine all his life. He is a magical creature. You can kick him out of your house but not out of your heart. You can take him off your mailing list but not off your mind. Marines are found everywhere... in love...in battle... in lust... in trouble...in debt...in bars and ... behind them. No one can write so seldom and yet think so much of you. No one else can get so much enjoyment out of a letter or clean clothes or a six pack. A Marine is a genius with a deck of cards. A millionaire without a cent and brave without a grain of sense. He is the PROTECTOR OF AMERICA, with the latest copy of playboy in his back pocket. When he wants something it's usually 30 days leave, music that hurts the ears, a five dollar bill...or a woman he can count on. Girls love them, mothers tolerate them, fathers brag about them, the government pays them, the police watch out for them and somehow they all work together. You can beat their bodies but not their minds. You can tame their hearts but not their souls. He likes girls, females, women, ladies, and the opposite sex. He dislikes small checks, working weekends, answering letters, eating chow, waking up, maintaining a uniform, and the day before payday. You may as well give in. He is your long distance lover...he is your steel eyed, warm smiling, blank minded, hyperactive, over reacting, curious, passive, talented spontaneous, physically fit, good for nothing bundle of worry..... And will always be there for you regardless of how long its been since you've last talked!!!
small ville, prison break, hero's, 24....
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my mom and dad