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  1. HozayBuck

    HozayBuck Well-Known Member

    I didn't write this. Wish I had, wish I could:


    Ask a Marine what¹s so special about the Marines and the answer would be
    "esprit de corps", an unhelpful French phrase that means exactly what it
    looks like - the spirit of the Corps...but what is that spirit? And where
    does it come from?

    The Marine Corps is the only branch of the U.S. Armed Forces that recruits
    people specifically to Fight. The Army emphasizes personal development (an
    Army of One), the Navy promises fun (let the journey begin), the Air Force
    offers security (it's a great way of life). Missing from all the
    advertisements is the hard fact that a soldier's life is to suffer and
    perhaps to die for his people and take lives at the risk of his/her own.
    Even the thematic music of the services reflects this evasion. The Army¹s
    Caisson Song describes a pleasant country outing. Over hill and dale,
    lacking only a picnic basket. Anchors Aweigh... the Navy's celebration of
    the joys of sailing could have been penned by Jimmy Buffet. The Air Force
    song is a lyric poem of blue skies and engine thrust. All is joyful, and
    invigorating, and safe. There are no land mines in the dales nor snipers
    behind the hills, no submarines or cruise missiles threaten the ocean jaunt,
    no bandits are lurking in the wild blue yonder.

    The Marines' Hymn, by contrast, is all combat. "We fight our Country's
    battles," "First to fight for right and freedom," "We have fought in every
    clime and place where we could take a gun," "In many a strife we have fought
    for life and never lost our nerve."

    The choice is made clear. You may join the Army to go to adventure training,
    or join the Navy to go to Bangkok, or join the Air Force to go to computer

    You join the Marine Corps to go to War! But the mere act of signing the
    enlistment contract confers no status in the Corps. The Army recruit is told
    from his first minute in uniform that "you're in the Army now, soldier". The
    Navy and Air Force enlistees are sailors or airmen as soon as they get off
    the bus at the training center. The new arrival at Marine Corps boot camp is
    called a recruit, or worse, (a lot worse), but never a MARINE. Not yet,
    maybe never. He or she must earn the right to claim the title of UNITED
    STATES MARINE, and failure returns you to civilian life without hesitation
    or ceremony.

    Recruit Platoon 2210 at San Diego, California trained from October through
    December of 1968. In Viet Nam the Marines were taking two hundred casualties
    a week and the major rainy season and Operation Meade River had not even
    begun yet Drill Instructors had no qualms about winnowing out almost a
    quarter of their 112 recruits, graduating 81. Note that this was
    post-enlistment attrition. Every one of those 31 who were dropped had been
    passed by the recruiters as fit for service. But they failed the test of
    Boot Camp! Not necessarily for physical reasons. At least two were
    outstanding high school athletes for whom the calisthenics and running were
    child's play. The cause of their failure was not in the biceps or the legs,
    but in the spirit. They had lacked the will to endure the mental and
    emotional strain so they would not be Marines. Heavy commitments and high
    casualties notwithstanding, the Corps reserves the right to pick and choose.

    History classes in boot camp? Stop a soldier on the street and ask him to
    name a battle of World War One. Pick a sailor at random and ask for a
    description of the epic fight of the Bon Home Richard. Ask an airman who
    Major Thomas McGuire was and what is named after him. I am not carping and
    there is no sheer in this criticism. All of the services have glorious
    traditions but no one teaches the young soldier, sailor or airman what his
    uniform means and why he should be proud of it.

    But ask a Marine about World War One and you will hear of the wheat field at
    Belleau Wood and the courage of the Fourth Marine Brigade comprised of the
    Fifth and Sixth Marines. Faced with an enemy of superior numbers entrenched
    in tangled forest undergrowth the Marines received an order to attack that
    even the charitable cannot call ill-advised. It was insane. Artillery
    support was absent and air support hadn't been invented yet. Even so the
    Brigade charged German machine guns with only bayonets, grenades, and an
    indomitable fighting spirit. A bandy-legged little barrel of a Gunnery
    Sergeant, Daniel J. Daly, rallied his company with a shout, "Come on you
    sons of *****es, do you want to live forever?" He took out three machine
    guns himself. French liaison-officers hardened though they were by four
    years of trench bound slaughter were shocked as the Marines charged across
    the open wheat field under a blazing sun directly into the teeth of enemy
    fire. Their action was so anachronistic on the twentieth-century field of
    battle that they might as well have been swinging cutlasses. But the enemy
    was only human. The Boche could not stand up to the onslaught. So the
    Marines took Belleau Wood. The Germans, those that survived, thereafter
    referred to the Marines as²Tuefel Hunden" (Devil Dogs) and the French in
    tribute renamed the Woods ²Bois de la Brigade de Marine" (Woods of the
    Brigade of Marines). Every Marine knows this story and dozens more. We are
    taught them in boot camp as a regular part of the curriculum. Every Marine
    will always be taught them!

    You can learn to don a gas mask anytime, even on the plane in route to the
    war zone, but before you can wear the Eagle, Globe and Anchor and claim the
    title United States Marine you must first know about the Marines who made
    that emblem and title meaningful. So long as you can march and shoot and
    revere the legacy of the Corps you can take your place in line.

    And that line is as unified in spirit as in purpose. A soldier wears branch
    of service insignia on his collar, metal shoulder pins and cloth sleeve
    patches to identify his unit. Sailors wear a rating badge that identifies
    what they do for the Navy. Marines wear only the Eagle, Globe and Anchor
    together with personal ribbons and their CHERISHED marksmanship badges. They
    know why the uniforms are the colors they are and what each color means.
    There is nothing on a Marine's uniform to indicate what he or she does nor
    what unit the Marine belongs to. You cannot tell by looking at a Marine
    whether you are seeing a truck driver, a computer programmer or a machine
    gunner or a cook or a baker. The Marine is amorphous, even anonymous, by
    conscious design. The Marine is a Marine. Every Marine is a rifleman first
    and foremost, a Marine first, last and always! You may serve a four-year
    enlistment or even a twenty plus year career without seeing action but if
    the word is given you'll charge across that Wheatfield! Whether a Marine has
    been schooled in automated supply or automotive mechanics or aviation
    electronics or whatever is immaterial.

    Those things are secondary -- the Corps does them because it must. The
    modern battle requires the technical appliances and since the enemy has them
    so do we. But no Marine boasts mastery of them. Our pride is in our
    marksmanship, our discipline, and our membership in a fraternity of courage
    and sacrifice. "For the honor of the fallen, for the glory of the dead",
    Edgar Guest wrote of Belleau Wood. "The living line of courage kept the
    faith and moved ahead."

    They are all gone now, those Marines who made a French farmer¹s little
    Wheatfield into one of the most enduring of Marine Corps legends. Many of
    them did not survive the day and eight long decades have claimed the rest.
    But their actions are immortal. The Corps remembers them and honors what
    they did and so they live forever. Dan Daly¹s shouted challenge takes on its
    true meaning - if you lie in the trenches you may survive for now, but
    someday you may die and no one will care. If you charge the guns you may die
    in the next two minutes, but you will be one of the immortals.

    All Marines die in either the red flash of battle or the white cold of the
    nursing home. In the vigor of youth or the infirmity of age all will
    eventually die but the Marine Corps lives on. Every Marine who ever lived is
    living still, in the Marines who claim the title today.

    It is that sense of belonging to something that will outlive our own
    mortality, which gives people a light to live by and a flame to mark their

    Passed on to a Marine from another Marine and to his friends!