Thursday, November 11, 2004
229 Years of Service With Honor!
(Image courtesy of Doug Kidd )
A Message From The Commandant Of The Marine Corps
Last night I attended the 229th Marine Corps Birthday Bash at Cookie's Tavern at 10th & Oregon Streets in Philadelphia. I had intended to meet some buddies earlier in the day, however, those plans were shelved due to an emergency at work. Every year I swear that I will not allow anything to interfere with the Birthday and yesterday was no exception. Until I recieved numerous messages from the Union Hall that a certain employer was in a tight jam due to a "shoot schedule revision" and was asking for me by name. The Union Rep told me this individual had said to him, "If anybody can get this done in time, it's that Old Jarhead!" How could I refuse?
Let me say that this individual is a great guy and has hired me frequently. He respects my abilities and opinions and is a pleasure to work for. There was no way I could refuse, and so to New York I went. Needless to say, I finished the job way ahead of schedule, was given permission to leave early, was paid for the entire 10 hours (with the last two hours at time and a half), and was booked again for Friday and Monday, and still made the party by 1900 hours!
The down side was, I couldn't find my buds! Yet as I surveyed the throngs outside Cookies, faces young and old, I realized that my "buds", no, my Brothers and Sisters were all there. More and more younger Vets are turning up. Vets of the current War in Iraq. Young, cocky, carefree, confident. Marines. And as I looked upon their young faces, flushed from the chilly evening air, I was struck by their eyes. I found myself looking into the same eyes I see in the mirror every morning. They may be young, but they are Men and Women of Steel. They will do whatever needs to be done. They are Marines.
Women Warriors - Roses & Daggers!
(Image courtesy of Doug Kidd )
And so to All Marines, of All Ages:
Happy Birthday Brothers & Sisters!
(Photos will be posted at Any Which Way shortly)
Sunday, November 07, 2004
You are the Black Knight. Always lookin' for a
fight, you NEVER know when to quit...even when
you've had your arms & legs cut off.."'Tis
but a scratch!"
Which Monty Python & the Holy Grail Character are you REALLY?
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(Stolen from Mad Mikey!)
Prepare To Meet Allah For We Are Coming...
And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.
Whether or not you agreed with the decision to invade Iraq, the simple fact is that we are there. Our fine young men and women have been cast into the fight of their lives. I am compelled by my conscience and my love of Corps and Country to support them in any way possible.
As they prepare to assault Falluja, my hope and prayers go with them. My only regret is that I cannot go with them.
Go then, Marines! In the Highest Traditions of our Beloved Corps, Bring unto them the death and destruction they have sought by turning away from Peace! Fight like the Devil Dogs you are! Fear not death, for in the immortal words of R. Lee Ermey,
"You may die, but the Marine Corps will live forever! Therefore, YOU will live forever!"
Hell is coming to Falluja.