Never knew a mud marine who wouldn't! Dumbest thing an outsider could do was pick on an FMF in front of his PLT brothers.
Isn't that the truth. I've always wondered if the FMF's really understood how much they meant to those of us in the mud.
Once, on Okinawa we had to protect our corpsman from one of our own. We'd gotten this guy hammered for his 21st birthday, and when he went to the can he got himself caught in his zipper. The next day, he was too hungover (and still a little drunk), when he discovered his "zipperburn".
He screamed, thinking he'd caught a "social" disease, and the corpsman told him if he was "lucky", it might be ordinary syphilis. He said he'd get two weeks of pennicilun, then a dishonorable discharge for "moral turpitude".
Naturally, he panicked and showed up to sick call 30 minutes early. The Corpsman gave him a shot of sterile water in the cheeks and quietly chuckled to himself. When the guy showed up the next day, the corpsman was afraid to tell him it was a joke so gave him some more sterile water. This went on for two weeks till the guy's "zipper burn scab" fell off and he thought he was cured.
A few weeks later, somebody told him the truth, then we had to protect our corpsman. I thought it was a pretty good joke, and learned to be very careful with zippers.
Semper Fi