Of all the services, I did have to say the most sentimental is the Marines.
They don't just make the enemy cry...
that's for sure.
To see one, flawless in those blues, not a hair out of place, looking totally unreal, while knowing what's wrapped up inside that red white and blue just leaves me breathless and leaves my knees weak.
Yet the ones camouflaged in civilian clothes, the ones I find on street corners-the ones who love so much the tears are a badge of honor-are the ones who really steal my heart.
They do when you give them a good reason...
Long ago, Naval Institute Proceedings used to have small "sea stories" scattered at the bottom of various pages. One is of a couple of senior enlisted USMCR in Hawaii who got the duty to go to homes to distribute toys.
One "home" was a long way from civilization down a dirt road and turned out to be a family with two small girls living in a van. The Marines being human wanted to be sure the girls were not disappaointed and were confused when the kids wouldn't accept more than one toy each. Finally the reason for their reluctance was revealed when one of the girls said, "We want to make sure there is enough for the others kids."