Sparky, the way to celebrate Marine Corps Day is by NOT painting the anchors pink. Yes, they are in the ground in front of a poorly secured building, but please, keep your marines from painting them pink. We're all Department of the Navy under DFAS. It's too late, they're pink already aren't they. *sigh*
Actually spent that day baby sitting - heavy Jar-head celebration that. Diapers, cooking breakfast, taken the baby out (with Mrs. Spark) for a day-break drive and looking at real-estate in Northern Va. (Arlington Actually) - went right by Iwo Jima - lots of Harley's in the lot even at 6:30am. Would have loved to have been riding with them.
The legend probably precedes and looms larger than the man actually was - maybe......
They say......
He hand-picked his soldiers - the one's he wanted for special missions or surrounding him, protecting him - from the brig. Brig rats as we call'em. I kind of like that story - I was a brig rat - and proud of it too.
He had "beer machines" just like Coke/Pepsi machines - installed in all the barracks. Too Cool!!!
I have no idea if these things, these stories are true. But I tend to believe them.
Why? Because have also heard many - factually related, eye-witness stories of Marines, as told by other Marines - stories that would fucking curl your hair and make you cry.
Example - heard about a guy who went into the middle of a fire-fight, out to get a wounded buddy - Marines don't leave their own, their wounded - it's a big, big fucking deal - much worse than a cop losing his weapon, which is no small deal either - anyway this guy goes out solo to get this other guy who is down, doesn't even know if he's alive or not - but before he gets there BOOM! A mortar round gets him and actually takes both his legs off at the knee. Well, this really pisses him the fuck off - [and I know guys who saw him do this] - the ground was a bit soft - so he uses his M-14 (at that time, my personal, favorite weapon) his rifle - to prop himself up "and walk on his stumps" toward the enemy fire, blasting his 14 - yelling "fuck you!" all the way - until they cut him down.
Now to me - this is - the only way to go - ya know. (Well I'll take naturally if ya got it.) But if ya have a choice - and have to go - nothing could be more important to me.
I had a DI, he'd say, "Yeah, I love my family, my wife, my kids - only one problem - their fucking civilians."
The Great Santini is the foremost movie example -
But those are usually Lifer's tales. Not for me.
And I went easy on my sons (and continue to do so) but - looks like the oldest will be joining this summer.
Do I feel weird about it? A bit. But it was very, very good for me. And he's nearly a carbon copy, clone of me - how can I do anything but be supportive?
Sorry I missed out on the chance to wish all the "Devildogs" a happy birthday. Didn't think there would be many here. Don't know why most of these threads are just like swapping war stories.
TO KILLER: We may all be part of the same Department(DFAS), however the Marines are located in the Mens' Department. Sorry I couldn't resist. In all seriousness and not wanting to start WWIII right here, your right. I'm a little biased.
I must say here's a first. Just shows that things aint what they used to be. We celebrated at a Casino on the state line in Nevada. Over 400 Marines traveled 300 miles. There was not one fight, no destruction, and everyone made it back without serious injury. What a releif. Couple speeding tickets, lot of tried bodies at work and everyone a whole lot poorer.
TO SPARKy and all the others I wish a belated but happy birhtday funny none of you look 225 years old. Well maybe you Muffin, sorry couldn't resist.