Today is the 233rd Anniversary of the creation of the US Marine Corps!
During the American Revolution, many important political discussions took place in the inns and taverns of Philadelphia, including the founding of the Marine Corps.
A committee of the Continental Congress met at Tun Tavern to draft a resolution calling for two battalions of Marines able to fight for independence at sea and on shore.
The resolution was approved on November 10, 1775, officially forming the Continental Marines.
As the first order of business, Samuel Nicholas became Commandant of the newly formed Marines. Tun Tavern’s owner and popular patriot, Robert Mullan, became his first captain and recruiter. They began gathering support and were ready for action by early 1776.
Each year, the Marine Corps marks November 10th with a celebration of the brave spirit which compelled these men and thousands since to defend our country as United States Marines.
Pound for pound, one of the finest fighting forces the world has ever seen, and a great team to have on your side in a scrape. Or, if you’re the Navy, mucking around ashore and out of the goram way. Instead of lounging around in the ladder wells when they aren’t bogarting the gym.
So lift your cups to the Devil Dogs, and wish them all a happy birthday.
Just, you know: Speak slowly.
Update: On a more serious note – “They are Marines, they aren’t going to run.”
God bless ‘em, each and every one, and bring ‘em safely home.
“Just, you know: Speak slowly.”
bwahahahahaha
Well said Lex.
Happy birthday to we few, the proud, the Marines!
Semper Fi!
Semper Fi, ya squids.
MARINE = My Ass Rides In Navy Equipment.
The few, the proud, the men who screw on their hats!
Q: What’d the Marine do with his first 50 cent piece?
A: He married her.
God bless’em, glad they’re on our side.
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Had the pleasure Saturday evening, at a local Elks Club Veterans Day Dinner, of meeting a Marine Cpl who had about as many rows ribbons as General Pataeus, topped with 4 purple hearts. A Raider, began at Guadalcanal, finished as part of the occupying forces in Japan. Ran a few places by that were enroute: Guam, Okinawa, Iwo…you know…the historical ones. When I shared I had walked some of those battle fields in my youth, his eyes lit up and he shared a few experiences.
Proud men, all these years later, he and several others, with grey hair and wearing their blues proudly, even as a Private and a Buck Sargent. It was humbling to see what The Corps does to men across the decades.
They did the cake cutting, the oldest Marine a vet of Iwo @ 87 years old, and the youngest, a Sargent, had literally landed at Tampa Intl just an hour earlier, having come straight home from the ‘Stan. An active duty Gunny, with a few Air Medals and aircrew wings on his blues rounded out the attendance.
Happy Birthday, Marines!
Thank God they’re on our side.
Happy Birthday, Marines.
I guess I need to call Dash One out at 29Palms and wish him a Happy Birthday…
“Speak slowly”? Oh, ha ha.
You probably think that’s
helarryous…hillarius…hilarry… funny.Happy Birthday, Squid.
I was born on the Marine Corps Birthday. My Dad was a Marine – killed on Okinawa. Never got to meet him -but always in my heart. Have two brothers who were Marines as well… HuRah~!
Here’s a toast to the Devil Dogs on their birthday. The ones I’ve known have been wonderful men. With the exception of John Murtha, who is simply a disgrace. But then, many Marines apparently agree with me. Anyway, Happy Birthday, fellas, and if you come to my house, I have some MacAllen for you.
Marianne
More like- born UNDER a barstool!
God Bless the USMC and you too MaryBeth. Happy-Bday.
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Marianne,
On Murtha, I read a great blog post a few days ago on Blackfive, where he was wondering what the troops called the 55 gallon drums full of human waste that have to be burned in the field. We called them sh*t cans and the work was called “burning the sh*tters.
But in the comments, I proposed that we call the full cans “Murthas” and the detail be renamed “burning the Murthas”. My reasons for this proposal seem clear. It would have the effect of enshrining his name into Marine Corps lingo, and forevermore when the paddles were stirring the mixture of burning diesel in a full Murtha, he could be appropriately remembered by Marines.
Semper Fidelis, Marines
Semper Fi and happy birthday!
Lex! Good health, best wishes and mutual commiseratives from a fellow traveler on the that inceasant river called Time. (…deploy drogues!!) Glad you’re with us.
GoDaddy does it right for the Devil Dogs…
Happy Birthday, Marines! …and thanks!
@#9Mike the Marine – LOL!!!
It’s been a tradition of mine to place phone calls to my relatives who are Marines, as well as a friend who did two tours in Force Recon. Being a geek what’s in charge of a pretty decent phone system, I forge the caller-ID to something appropriate (White House switchboard last year, London Museum this year) and disguise my voice a bit via the sound card on my computer, so as to ensure anonymity.
It’s so much better, for me, if they don’t know. I make the call late morning, when I’m pretty sure they’ll be at work or out meeting friends.
And I sing the Marine’s Hymn, to the tune from Gilligan’s Island, into their answering machine and hang up.
– Max
No Better Friend, No Worse Enemy
A few weeks ago, while visiting the Marine Corps Memorial, I came upon a young Marine standing, in the rain, contemplating the meaning of that statue had in his life. We spoke briefly with him explaining how he was proud to be a Marine, fearful that he would not live up to the Credo but willing to do his best for his Corps, his family and his Country. I was honored to speak with this young man and pray for his well-being in Harm’s Way.
Against that backdrop, I watch the cowardly John Murtha hide behind his Congressional Office while making dispicable, dis-honorable statements against his own Brothers. One can only hope he receives a visit from the Ghosts of Marine History (Belleau Wood, Guadalcanal, Iwo Jima, Korea and Beirut) to scare the living bejeebers out of the only EX-Marine in history. I wonder if Murtha has the guts or intellectual fortitude the young Marine displayed that rainy night. Could he stand in the circle facing the statue of General LeJeune and meet the standards expected of a Marine? I doubt it.
To my friends, acquaintances, colleagues privileged to wear the Eagle, Globe and Anchor:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Happy Birthday Devil Dogs!
And hey, sweep up those ladderwells from time to time.
Hard to bogart the gym when we’re the only ones on the scow who ever use it!
The deck apes do make some good sliders, though…
Speaking of Marines who don’t run… even if it’s fire while off duty.
And these guys predated Geno’s or Pats.
Happy Birthday!
Ahhhhhhrooooh!!!! & S/F!
The Marine Corps is a department of the Navy……..The MENS Department.
Semper Fi my brothers and happy birthday.
“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!” – Eleanor Roosevelt.
Happy 233rd, Marines!
God Bless the United States Marines. I salute you, each and every one, past and present.
Happy Birthday to the Marines!
BEAT ARMY!!!
On November 10, 1775 the Continental congress authorized the USMC. A likely sort was commissioned and told to go out and get some Marines. Oustside of Tun’s Tavern he spied a likely looking youth.
“Ya wanna join the Marines?”
“Not so much, no.”
“I’ll buy you a beer.”
“Okay, then.”
Our hero take his young charge into Tun’s Tavern and buys him a pint of the best. But feeling the pressure of goal he leaves him to it and goes out to get more. He sees another likely looking young man.
“You wanna join the Marines?”
“No.”
“I’ll buy you a beer.”
“Okay, I’ll buy you two beers.”
“Okay.”
So he takes him into the pub, buys him two of the best and sits him down next to the first lad.
The first kid shakes his head and says, “Back in the old Corps we only got one beer…”
Happy birthday, Marines.
Most of the WWII vets in my family were Navy men, but my first cousin enlisted in the USMC in 1966 and was killed in the Tet Offensive.
Thank you all for our freedom!
Happy Birthday to me fellow Devil Dogs!
Semper Fi!
Lex, is it true that you tried to get into the Marines but you failed the medical, because your head wouldn’t fit in the jar?
I keed!
Ah, Taxi, right to the heart of us!
Okay, I’m being a Total Richard here, but this is too speshul: http://www.bpayne.net/DamnedMarines.html.
Happy Birthday, youse guyz…an’ you know who you are!
God give ya eternal rest, Ellie. We always knew ya loved us!
And for the rest of you kind and gracious folks…the pleasure and honor’s been ours…
Here’s health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we’ve fought for life
And have never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven’s scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.
DubaJay,
If that were true, why do they need to be driven to their dance then driven back home? Or, why do we have to pick up their toys after the dance?