🇺🇸 Happy 250th to my brothers and sisters, born in a tavern on November 10, 1775, and carried forward today on those yellow footprints. Full of the grit in our teeth when we must overcome whatever obstacle lies ahead. Charge forward, fewer, prouder, forever lethal. Adapt. Improvise. Overcome. Semper Fi! 🫡 🇺🇸
I’m wrecked. My dear uncle passed Saturday. He shook my hand when I graduated boot camp and said, “Semper Fi, Marine.” I didn’t know he was a Vietnam vet or Marine.
Labor Day 2005, I returned from basic training and MOS school. I knew exactly where I wanted to be @ Lake Chelan, WA with fam @ his place. As usual, he bought 12+ tickets to a Kingston Trio concert to hand out to anybody. He insisted I go. I’m glad I did.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends.
I saw this carved into a wall in our barracks (Al Habbaniyah) the other day…
“I wish I was where I was when I wished I was here.”
Here is a story posted on the unit living next door to us (Al Habbaniyah). We work with them quite a bit. I actually spent a month last summer in Chile and Peru with some of them.
http://www.military.com/news/article/marine-corps-news/no-more-kicking-doors-down.html?col=1186032366495