The Marine Corps was born today in 1775. For those of you counting at home, that’s 233 years of kicking ass and taking names.
My grandfather was a World War II Marine in China and it always struck me how whenever we did military activities together (like the commissioning of yours truly) he would just walk up to any Marine (like my O-6 CO), stick out his man-paw and say “Ooh-rah Marine!” and he would get a hearty “Ohh-Rah, when’d you serve?” in return.
You just don’t see that every day, even among the different services. Camaraderie like that isn’t fake, it isn’t bought… it’s forged through a legacy of hard times and harder men. You want proof? Look up photos of current admirals and air force generals, then look up photos of Marine Corps Generals. Every one of those guys looks like they’d chew up nails and spit bullets. You gotta respect that.
So, Happy Birthday, Devil Dogs!