A United States Marine Looks Back

Despite the jokes on these “pages,” I’ve nothing but respect for the Marine Corps. Going back early in my memory banks, a glimpse of Camp Lejeune sits. All happy. My father, in the Navy, was stationed there when I was a baby. I don’t remember if we just drove through at a later date and I have this memory of trees from then. But still, it is an early memory and I save it like an old fuzzy polaroid.

Also saving his memories is OkieRover, who joined the Marine Corps (Department of the Navy) thirty years ago:

My heart will always be draped in dress blue. I wasn’t the best Marine. I was not a poster Marine like my good friend Jason, who in 2008 was promoted to E-9, Master Gunnery Sergeant. I didn’t always fit in, but I love being a Marine. The looks of surprise on people’s faces upon them learning that I was a Marine still entertain me. Each and every day I wake up and know that no matter what I may encounter, I am a Marine, and I can adapt and overcome whatever life presents me.

God bless our Corps and God bless the United States of America.

Most definitely, God bless the United States of America.

13 thoughts on “A United States Marine Looks Back

  1. I’m a “wannbe marine” (partially flat-footed, former asthmatic) … best of the best … OoraH! (if I can say that) … ***Salute***

  2. CP: Ha ha. (And we wonder why squids and jarheads have issues with each other.)
    Sard: Everyone is allowed to say Ooorah! Do I dare ask which foot is flat, the left or the right?

  3. Both, Lt., SIR! But you don’t want me to hit you with my Estwing hand, roger? (SNICKER) … but don’t ask me to run the 400M … See? Yeah … ***Salute***

  4. Thanks everyone and thanks NavyOne for sharing this with your readers. It is a huge compliment and I appreciate it.
    CoffeePot: Who do you think writes all those histories of the Marines? Shirley not the Navy.

  5. I’ve always loved the rivalry between the services, its great for everyone, it shows pride. I’ll relate one of my favorite stories at the expense of my Marine Corp friends………….We were getting ready to play a pickup basketball games a few (ok, about 20 years) back, I’m listening to my 3 buddies as we dress, all three were (I know, I know) Marines the first one talks about being stationed at Da Nang and how many rockets they received on a daily basis, the second one chimmed in he was stationed at Khe Sanh and how many artillery and rocket attacks they took everyday, and finally the third buddy added that he was on the DMZ and told of the nightly mortar and rocket fire they took……..I just stood back and chuckled…..they all looked at me with surprise………, I looked at them still smiling and say, “I finally know the difference between the Marines and Army, you all brag about how many rounds you took………in the Army we brag about how many we send…..” needless to say they beat my ass playing basketball that afternoon……..but it was worth it! Go Cav!

    • My good friend “Bud” was an USMC foot-slogger in Vietnam. He saw shit. One time I got too close to broaching the topic and he got that “thousand-yard stare” thang going on and his skin became white and sickly–a pall … I quickly changed the subject.

      It really makes me sick that such fine people were traumatized like that … for 15 years? Roger? And no VICTORY? *tears* ***Salute*** Thank you all for your service. OoraH!

  6. OkieRover: No problem. Neat story and I liked how you presented it. Being a Marine is always a point of pride with the jarhead vets I’ve met. . .
    bartdp: I agree, competition is always good. And I love that Army story. Very funny!
    Sard: Salute your buddy Bud for us. He’s lived it. . .

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