lakers
11-02-02, 11:23 PM
Somewhere between the security of childhood and the
insecurity of the second childhood, we find the Marine.
Marines are found everywhere; in bars, behind bars,
in holes, in fights, in trouble, running on the double.
You will find them in battle, on streets, overseas,
in love, on leave, but most often in debt.
Marines come in assorted sizes, colors, weights,
and stages of sobriety, anger, misery and confusion.
They come in camouflage, olive green, khakis, black,
muddy and sporting the native flora on their helmets.
A Marine is; laziness with a deck of cards, misery
with a grin on his face, exhausted and sleeping in the
mud, a penniless millionaire.
He is brave with or without a beer in his hand, courageous
with a grain of common sense.
He is the protector of America, with a Playboy magazine
in his back pocket.
A Marine is a composite; he is air-cooled, alcohol operated
and foot-propelled.
He is cocky and conceited, high strung and self-centered,
over bearing and considers himself underpaid.
He is shy like a fox, the energy of a turtle, the brains of a rock,
the stories of an old sailor and the sincerity of a liar.
He has the appetite of a horse, the table manners of a
chimpanzee, and the aspirations of Casanova.
When a Marine wants something, it's usually a three-day
pass, a light of a cigarette, his own field jacket, poncho liner,
or anything else he can [mis]appropriate from supply, a ten
dollar loan, or someone to stand his duty.
He likes girls, women, females, ladies and members of the
opposite sex, sex, sex, beer, liquor, liberty, leave and sixteen-thirty.
He dislikes answering letters, wearing his uniform, standing
inspections, Second Lieutenants, getting up for reveille,
Marine Corps chow, close order drill, training, war, work, the day
before payday and the curfew set by the parents of the girls he
takes out.
No woman can tame him and no man can beat him.
He is unwilling, unreliable, irresponsible, impossible and indestructible.
A Marine is a magical creature. You can shut him out of your home
but not out of your heart.
You can take him off of your mailing list but not out of your mind.
You may as well give in; he is yours.
He is your brother, lover, friend, or son.
He is a bright-eyed good for nothing bundle of worries, but after all,
and always, a Marine.
author unknown
insecurity of the second childhood, we find the Marine.
Marines are found everywhere; in bars, behind bars,
in holes, in fights, in trouble, running on the double.
You will find them in battle, on streets, overseas,
in love, on leave, but most often in debt.
Marines come in assorted sizes, colors, weights,
and stages of sobriety, anger, misery and confusion.
They come in camouflage, olive green, khakis, black,
muddy and sporting the native flora on their helmets.
A Marine is; laziness with a deck of cards, misery
with a grin on his face, exhausted and sleeping in the
mud, a penniless millionaire.
He is brave with or without a beer in his hand, courageous
with a grain of common sense.
He is the protector of America, with a Playboy magazine
in his back pocket.
A Marine is a composite; he is air-cooled, alcohol operated
and foot-propelled.
He is cocky and conceited, high strung and self-centered,
over bearing and considers himself underpaid.
He is shy like a fox, the energy of a turtle, the brains of a rock,
the stories of an old sailor and the sincerity of a liar.
He has the appetite of a horse, the table manners of a
chimpanzee, and the aspirations of Casanova.
When a Marine wants something, it's usually a three-day
pass, a light of a cigarette, his own field jacket, poncho liner,
or anything else he can [mis]appropriate from supply, a ten
dollar loan, or someone to stand his duty.
He likes girls, women, females, ladies and members of the
opposite sex, sex, sex, beer, liquor, liberty, leave and sixteen-thirty.
He dislikes answering letters, wearing his uniform, standing
inspections, Second Lieutenants, getting up for reveille,
Marine Corps chow, close order drill, training, war, work, the day
before payday and the curfew set by the parents of the girls he
takes out.
No woman can tame him and no man can beat him.
He is unwilling, unreliable, irresponsible, impossible and indestructible.
A Marine is a magical creature. You can shut him out of your home
but not out of your heart.
You can take him off of your mailing list but not out of your mind.
You may as well give in; he is yours.
He is your brother, lover, friend, or son.
He is a bright-eyed good for nothing bundle of worries, but after all,
and always, a Marine.
author unknown