Some of the proudest moments I’ve had have been observing fire trucks racing into harm’s way flying our flag. Marines feel a special bond with each other; we also feel that bond with firemen. The bond is for fellow Americans who rush to the trouble with the idea that there are people at risk who need our help. Only- or mostly- Americans do this. We’re a band of brothers in this regard. For the pissant bureaucrats who don’t understand this, I say “piss off and die in a fire.”
TC
Civilians flee from the sound of gunfire.
Civilians flee from the smoke and flame.
Marines (and Soldiers, Sailors, and Airmen) rush forward to confront the guns.
Fire Fighters rush forward to confront the smoke and flame.
One group uses rifles and bayonets.
One group uses axes and hoses.
Underneath the uniforms, all the SAME BAND OF BROTHERS.
Brave men who rush to arms, so that others can sleep safe in their beds.