I have only one birthday and that’s the Marine Corps Birthday. The Marine Corps was born on 10 November 1775 and, fittingly enough, born in a bar -- Tunn Tavern, to be exact.
My birth began when my feet hit the deck on those yellow footprints at the Marine Corps Recruit Depot, San Diego, California in December of 1965. No one but a Marine could, or would, understand what those yellow footprints mean. I was born in Lima Company, 3rd Battalion, Platoon 3042 and I earned the title of a United States Marine.
I’ve lived my life as a Marine and when I die, I’ll be a dead Marine -- hopefully, guarding the Streets of Heaven.
Eleanor Roosevelt said, “The Marines I have seen around the world have the cleanest bodies, the filthiest minds, the highest morale, and the lowest morals of any group of animals I have ever seen. Thank God for the United States Marine Corps!” Thank you, Mrs. Roosevelt!
Happy Birthday to my Brother Marines and to the United States Marine Corps!