Comments on: Born on a Barstool

By: SeniorD

SeniorD — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 13:19:20 +0000

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?

By: Mongo

Mongo — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 04:30:49 +0000

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.

By: Mongo

Mongo — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 04:22:26 +0000

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!

By: thebronze

thebronze — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 04:05:16 +0000

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!

By: Donna

Donna — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 01:56:17 +0000

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!

By: craig mclaughlin

craig mclaughlin — Tue, 11 Nov 2008 00:14:48 +0000

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…”