Continuing from yesterday.
We watched the Message from the Marine Commandant which was about the country's war with terrorism. This year is the 25th anniversary of the opening round of it for the US, the destruction of the Marine Corps Barracks in Beirut, Lebanon.
I enjoy it when they pass the mike around and have attendees introduce themselves. Most just say their unit and years, but a few give some great comments.
Eleanor, the oldest Marine, kicked it off saying her name and unit and "You all know I'm 85, so there." Brought down the house with that one.
Most spoke so fast and a few too far away from the mike, but some other comments:
In both World War II and the Korean War.
1943 joined Carlson's Raiders right out of boot camp. Joined Chesty Puller's company and after one battle, only 6 men left.
In Korean War and one of the "Frozen Chosin." Glad I made it back with all my limbs.
At Inchon.
In World War II, out for a coffee, and then back for the Korean War. Had a date with Tokyo Rose.
Desert Storm.
Marines never die, they go to hell and regroup.
In Vietnam in Quangtree Province.
I'm here for my son. He has been a Marine for three years and is now at the US Naval Academy in his second year. However, HE WILL be rejoining the USMC.-- There were lots of Ooo-Rahs at this point.
4th Generation Marine.
Definitely Enjoyed Getting Together with all These Jarheads and Eleanor. A Lot of History in That Room. --RoadDog
Being an account of some things I'm interested in, what I'm doing, and reflections on my past, especially music.
Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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