marine corps
The Marine Corps - the military arm of the US Navy. A country's fate and freedom lies in the hands of this band of brothers and sisters.
Marine Corps Stories: Perfect for Cleaning
Vinegar and lemon juice both squeezed into the thirty ounce bottle. The one who had ordered both of these liquids together stood with his hands on his hips and legs spread apart. Gloves covered his hands and a smirk curled around his mouth. He paced. Then he stopped.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
I owe my life to Tootsie Rolls
As a little girl, one of my Daddy's pet names for me was Tootsie Roll. He loved Tootsie Rolls and it was always the candy he chose when he had a choice. It was not until many years later that I learned the significance of these little candies to him and his fellow Marines who fought in the Battle of the Chosin Reservoir.
By Kathleen Hoffmann5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Speaker, Play
Rap music blared from a nearby wireless speaker, as junior Marines physically trained in the Yuma, Arizona sun. Fifty-five year-old Major General Patrick “Firebrand” O’Hannigan walked towards some of the enlisted Marines with brisk, certain steps. His two stars sparkled on the collars of his camouflage blouse. His uniform was as impeccable as he'd intended when he awoke at zero dark-thirty to prepare it. The rolled sleeves, crisp, clean and perfectly symmetrical, encircled and drew attention to his muscular biceps. In keeping with regulations, he'd left tiny red hairs visible below his cover, still poking through his white scalp. Unlike a baseball cap, the self-respecting Marine's cover had to be canted slightly forward, to block the sun and to improve the edginess of the overall appearance.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Soft Relief
Colonel Bess Vaunt sat at the table in the officers’ club. She twiddled her insignia between her fingers. The door opened. In walked Lieutenant General Callagain Crispus. Bess sprang to her feet. Crispus walked over to her. They both wore plain clothes. The three star general wore a long sleeve, red collared shirt. The colonel had on a heather gray sweater.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Put it in a Book
The library was dead. No Marines populated the advanced learning center. The locale boasted a bevy of brand new computers and of course brand new books. It seemed as if Devil Dogs would rather venture into the desert and fight with the scorpions and tarantulas and rattlesnakes, however.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: The Contributing Factor
The screen showed the truth. Fifty-two years had passed since the actions in jungles thousands of miles away from the United States. Everything said Medal of Honor. The fight, not the sacrifice or selflessness of the recipients, was what prompted then Marine Second Lieutenant Azar Sam to sit up even straighter in her seat to read the story.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Fit
The baby cooed. The mother named him Ares. They’d just met each other three months ago. Mother, Gunnery Sergeant Adelyn Reine picked up a thirty pound kettlebell. Ares gasped and clapped his hands. Abigail did six sets of ten repetitions of kettlebell lifting, like a suitcase in front of her face.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
