FOR THOSE WHO CHOOSE TO FIGHT FOR IT, FREEDOM HAS A SPECIAL SWEETNESS THE PROTECTED WILL NEVER KNOW
Graduation Day; Parris Island(8/8/03)
Urban Combat Training
Duke, Drill Istructor Sgt. Miller, and myself.
The United States Marine Corps is responsible for over 225 years of romping, stomping, hell raising, death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. We were born in a bomb crater, our mother was an M-16 and our father was Satan himself.
Each moment that 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, guts, twisted steel and sex appeal who arose from the sea, and 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 will die like a Marine, a glorious death on the battle field, giving my life for mom, apple pie, 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 7th day, while God rested, we over-ran his perimeter and stole the globe, and we've been running the show ever since. We live like soldiers and talk like sailors and kick the shit out of both of them. Warrior by day, lover by night, American by birth, cold-blooded killer by choice, MARINE BY GOD!!!