In November 1775.I was born in a bomb crater.
My mother was an M16, and my father was the devil.
Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life.
I eat concertina, piss napalm, and can shoot a round through a flea’s ass at 300 meters.
I travel the globe, festering on Anti-Americans, where ever I go, for the love of Mom, Chevrolet, baseball, and apple pie.
I’m a grunt. I’m the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little son of a bitch that’s kept the wolf away from the door for over 225 years.
We stole the eagle from the Air force, the rope from the Army, and the anchor from the Navy. And on the seventh day, when god rested, we overran his perimeter, and we’ve been running the show ever since.
Warrior by day, Lover by night, Drunkard by choice, Marine by God…. Semper Fidelis.