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Who could not win battles with men such as these. -- Stonewall Jackson

Nov 10, 2004

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

 

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229 years of romping, stomping, hell, death, and destruction.
The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen.
I was 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 am a roughish 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,
Whose sole purpose in life is to
PERPETUATE DEATH AND DESTRUCTION UPON THE FESTERING OF ANTI-AMERICANS THROUGHOUT THE GLOBE,
whenever and wherever 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, the Anchor from the Navy, 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. Soldier by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, and MARINE by God.

SEMPER FIDELIS MARINES

Posted by: Mike the Marine / 00:01
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