A Marine is not just born, a Marine is created, crafted, and sculpted. Being a Marine is a state of mind and body. It is knowing your limits and then going beyond, doing whatever has to be done to accomplish the mission. A Marine is a finely worked sword. Fast, swift, and deadly. Just as a finely crafted sword is a work of art made from raw iron and coal, so too is a Marine crafted from raw body and spirit.
You can keep your Army khaki, You can keep your Navy blue. I have the world's best fighting man, to introduce to you.
His uniform is different, the best you've ever seen. The Germans call him "Devil Dog," His real name is "Marine."
He was born on Parris Island, The place where God forgot. The sand is eightneed inches deep, The sun is blazing hot.
He gets up every morning, Before the rising sun. He'll run a hundred miles and more, Before the day is done.
He's deadly with a rifle, A bayonet made of stell. He took the warrior's calling card, He's mastered how to kill.
And when he gets to Heaven, St. Peter he will tell, "One more Marine reporting Sir, I've served my time in Hell."
So listen, all you young girls, to what I have to say: Go find yourself a young Marine, To love you everyday.
He'll hug you and he'll kiss you, and treat you like a queen. There is no better fighting man: The UNITED STATES MARINE!!
By Unknown Author
