Oorah!

Alright you people, there is a birthday/anniversary tomorrow you should know about:
On 10 November 1775 the Second Continental Congress passed a resolution to raise 2 divisions of Continental Marines to act as a landing force for the fleet in the War for Independance. A couple of weeks later"a few good men" got together at Tun Tavern and signed on for the job. And, with the exception of a VERY brief period after the War, the Marine Corps has been kicking ass and taking names ever since.

Tomorrow marks the 231st birthday of the USMC, and I'm sure there'll be plenty more as the are one of the last organizations that produce hard people in a soft age, always willing to fight and defend their God, their country and their Corps no matter the cost. Concepts like "quitting", "retreat", "giving up", and "weakness" aren't even in their vocabulary.

I think Eleanor Roosevelt put it best in 1945: "The Marines I've 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 Marines Corps!"

So everyone raise a glass & sleep well knowing you are protected by the finest fighting force in the world. Now that I've wasted 90 seconds of your lives, CARRY ON! And for those out there in the esteemed readership who have ever worn & served under the EGA: Semper Fidelis, Devil Dogs!