Posted on 09/27/2004 9:49:18 AM PDT by sean327
Sincere sympathy on the loss of your family's loved one. He died to help make other free...he is a hero.
There is only one catagory of former Marines who would be called an ExMarine and that would be one who earned a Dishonorable Discharge.
Thanks for the post of the other links. It is nice to see the face of the hero in the story.. I changed my mind about the Silver Star..think Navy Cross would be much more appropriate.
Would some old Marine post the whole thing.....let me start.
This is my rifle........take it Marine!
Thanks for sharing it with us.
"I am also a Conservative Republican, have been accused of being a Gun Nut, love to hunt, fish, and generally like to blow stuff up."
Great minds think alike!
Semper Fi Mister Castillo
My Rifle (The Creed of a United States Marine)
This is my rifle.
There are many like it, but this one is MINE.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle without me is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless.
I must fire my rifle true.
I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will...
My rifle and myself know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire,
the noise of our bursts, nor the smoke we make.
We know it is the hits that count. We will hit...
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories,
its sights, and its barrel.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.
I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God I swear this creed.
My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no enemy, but PEACE.
-- Maj Gen WH Rupertus
Many, many, many years ago I became friends with the Marine Corps recruiter here in my small Texas town. Even being some two decades his senior, we still started to run together as I was single and we both enjoyed club hopping while chasing (and occasionally) catching the fairer sex.
Buck was always asking me about my time in and I would do my best to tell him a thing or two about the Old Corps, but most of the time I kept on the MLR, i.e. the females coming in and out of range.
Anywho, one night he had me to dinner with his Gunny who was down from Dallas. The Gunny was about my age and it came to pass we both began our enlistments as Hollywood Marines in 1966.
As the evening wore on, Buck proposed a toast and said, "To the lean, mean, fighting Marines of today!" After drinking, Buck asked the Gunny, "Tell me, if the balloon went up today, who would you rather have on your six, Gunny?" Buck tapped himself on the chest, adding, "A lean, mean, fighting Marine of today like me or..." pointing his mug at me, "An old fart like Danny?"
Without a beat, the Gunny replied, "Danny." As Buck's eyes widened, the Gunny continued, "He wouldn't have to call back to battalion for permission to return fire."
Buck, I don't know where you are today, but I salute all you lean, mean, green Marines!
From my Chesty Puller days circa 1971...
Things not to do:
Get in a rifle fight with a guy from Dry Ridge, Kentucky!
I don't know about Whitman but I do know that Oswald was an UNQ marine.
AWESOME! That guy fulfilled his mission for sure! Stories like this and makes me proud to share the same title as him: Marine.
Uhhh........not quite.
There was another word between "out" and "standing".
Everytime a Marine thread is posted we accumulate Gyrenes on this forum!
SEMPER FI!
PING! for a later read...
Chesty Puller...OORAH!!!!
This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is MINE.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life.
I must master it as I must master my life.
My rifle without me is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless.
I must fire my rifle true.
I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me.
I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will....
My rifle and myself know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire,
the noise of our bursts, nor the smoke we make.
We know it is the hits that count. We will hit....
My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life.
Thus, I will learn it as a brother.
I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories, its sights, and its barrel.
I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.
I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.
We will become part of each other. We will....
Before God I swear this creed.
My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country.
We are the masters of our enemy.
We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until there is no enemy, but PEACE.
-- Maj Gen WH Rupertus
YES I WOULD HAVE TO AGREE..
THE DIFFECULT WE DO, THE IMPOSSIBLE JUST TAKES A BIT LONGER
Heard on a local type radio talk show...the topic was the DRAFT...guy called up and stated the draft wasnt needed(true) but if things got real tuff all the prez would need to say is "hey, former marines...we need ya..give me a call"....the phone lines lit up LOL!....SEMPRE FI
I have a special place in my heart for those in the 101st as well as the 2ID but nothing compares to a well groomed Marine :)
Your right, once a Marine always a Marine, i couldnt see my fellow Marines going by themselves..as far as the rest of the country thinks of a draft, let them whine..we can do it again...
I brought back alot of bodies from viet nam, thier is noway i so NO if they called...cant run as fast as i use to..but my AIM is still good...
SEMPER FI
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