Semper Fi, jarheads!
 

A heartfelt happy birthday for all the Marines here.

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Same to you, Semper Fi.

Oorah!

One of our local local commuter train conductors reminds us yearly of the USMC's birthday. For me it is also a chance to remember the 50-year-old former Marine, friend, cycling coach, and career mentor who convinced me I could complete a double century, which we did together with two of my college pals in 12:18.

Happy Birthday, USMC. I'll always have a warm feeling about the brief periods I served with or supported USMC units as a Navy guy.

[IMG]https://farm1.staticflickr.com/195/4...b275b5d9_b.jpgMarine Corps War Memorial by Mark, on Flickr[/IMG]

This ex-sailor salutes you.

Happy Birthday USMC. And thank you to all the Marines who keep this country safe and free.

Happy Birthday to all the Grunts! They're be hootin' tonight for sure in Jacksonville.

To liberty and transatlantic friendship.

Happy Gyrene Day!

me mum's brother enlisted at age seventeen in nineteen thirty.

Happy birthday Chesty!

Thanks for the reminder....I have to call m dad (Korea). He is still not sure how he got a Coastie in the family.

Yes, thank you all for your service. When we moved out here (DC area) we started exploring. One of the best presentations in a museum is the Marine Corp Museum in Quatico. Visit my Flicker album of pics here:

Good night Chesty, wherever you are....

Gung Ho!

MIC-KEY-MOS03


Thanks guys....

verktyg :50:

Chas.

Dutch Marines 1944

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verktyg :50:

Chas.

I forget my birthday.
I forget my wife's birthday.
I forget my anniversary.

I never forget this one.
I have had "the birthday meal" in some godawful places.
With some of the best people, and some "not so."
Doesn't matter, we were all better for it.
If we lived.

03 until they moved me to recon, then snooping and pooping.

If you've got a Marine saying, and it's forum-safe, send it.

"lower than a whale turd, and that's on the bottom of the ocean."
"messier than a soup sandwich"
"Russian ropes"
"did you polish those boots with a brick?"

I was standing inspection at the Naval Academy, and there was a Marine officer conducting the inspection. There should be a vertical line running down your shirt front, in line with your belt buckle, and down the flap of the trouser fly. The Marines call this "military alignment." The Navy calls this "the gig line." The inspector got to me, noted whatever he noted, and moved to the sailor next to me. He said "fix your military alignment." The sailor adjusted his stance, moved his feet a little bit. The officer said, "it's still off, fix it." The sailor brought his chin in, chest out, was at perfect attention. The officer said "your military alignment is off." The sailor had no idea what he was talking about, was trying to figure it out like a deer in the headlights. He moved back about 1/2" and remained at attention. I'm trying not to laugh, biting my cheeks. The poor sailor's turning 10 shades of red. The officer is really doing a good job at acting tough, goes into full in-your-face mode, chews the sailor up one side, down the other, and still, the sailor has no clue. By this time, an upperclass midshipman, former corporal, shouts "request permission to guffaw!" and the officer gives it up, claps the sailor on the back, and tells him the deal. Sailor looks right at him and says "you are a son of a ..--.., Sir!" That night, CBS was interviewing a certain female midshipman of the first graduating class of women. The double standard then was tremendous, as politics are as much a part of the Naval officer corps as discipline. Anyway, this interview was to be on 60 Minutes, or so we were told, and to take place in the rotunda of Bancroft Hall (worlds largest dormitory). Somehow, a 10-lb sack of flour fell from the balcony of the upper reaches of the rotunda just as the interview was to take place, onto Navy dress blues, so the interview was nixed. As one of the watch guards that night, it amazes me that it was done and no one was caught. Simply amazing. Must have been ghosts.

Uitstekende. Dankjewel.

Happy B-day to my fellow former & current Marines, and thanks to everyone else for their b-day greetings!

I got to spend my time in the Corps learning about electronics, working on jet aircraft, going for an occasional ride in those jets, and making friends with fellow bike nerds who would teach me to ride in a paceline, trackstand, etc.

In a lot of ways, this was the best job I've ever had... getting to ride in the back seat of a tactical jet isn't on the typical list of job perks!

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Steve in Peoria, formerly known as Sergeant Steve

Hear, hear....

Not my picture but this says it all....

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Stay frosty!

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Grunts forever ...

and 350 years old to boot, this year :)

Recently found some nice old naval parafernalia from my ancestors in the Navy, by the way.

Skyhawk, the last great agile seat of the pants fighter. Not so great for Argentina in the Falklands, though.
I saw one of those ejection seats go through the roof of a hangar at Cherry Point.

A day late, a usual, Semper Fi, all my green brothers and sisters. So many brave, selfless heroes among the ranks of the Finest.

Remembering two lost friends: GYSGT John Storm, USMC, KIA RVN, 1LT Dustin Storm, USMCR, killed on a training flight in his F-4, MCAS Yuma. Father and son that both paid the ultimate price. I miss both of you.

Grunt or the Wing, we all belong to the same family.

Bill