Happy Birthday, Marines. You don’t look a day over 225.
Still lean, still mean – still the fightin’ machine.
I am proud of the time I spent in the Corps, even more proud that there is still a Corps to serve in. I count several family members as Brothers, including my father (David K, miss you dad), a brother (Robear), a Brother who is like a brother (Eric A.), another Brother like a brother (Richard), a brother in law (Mel), and a nephew (Stev). I count many Brothers as family, including Bob, Kenny, Eric H., Fred, John P., Don, Del, Johnny, Jesse, John B., Monty, Ken, Roy, Henry, Mike (Big Meeg!), … heck, I’m probably forgetting a bunch of them here … GySgt Ron Garcia (Beirut, RIP Brother); every single battery operated grunt that ever humped a PRC; of course all the Marines – past and present – who ever served in Third Battalion Fifth Marine Regiment …
There’s a long line of Brothers waiting to be remembered here, so pardon me while I drift off and start thinking of each and every one of them.
“Many people go through their lives wondering if they made a difference. The Marines don’t have that problem.” – Ronald Reagan, 1985
Chat ya later…
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