The US Marine Corps turned 237 years old yesterday. To those who depend on them, they are respected and admired. To those who have opposed them, they are respected and feared. It’s said that there’s no such thing as an ex-Marine, only one not on active duty. I learned this first-hand.
I once worked with a gentleman who was in the ‘no longer active duty’ class, and when he was active duty, had served in the Quartermaster Corp of the Marines. His appearance wouldn’t cause him to be mistaken for a Marine at all. But it isn’t the physical conditioning that makes a Marine.
After his discharge, he had for a time worked as a swimming pool installer in his native New Jersey. The usual procedure is to dig out the hole with an excavator, because cubic yards of earth must be moved. He said that he’d arrived on the job site one cold, rainy winter day to find the excavator broken.
“What did you do?” I asked.
” I picked up a shovel and started digging.”
“Why didn’t you just call your boss and tell him the excavator was broken, and you’d be back when it was fixed?”
“Because I’m a Marine, that’s why!”
Happy Birthday, Marines.