The Honor of Service...
A pride defind by a history edged in stone.
An honor that expounds and exudes ones on
selfish needs and sets a standard to be
followed by all. We have all been
given the blessing of our mothers and fathers to serve,
they have unselfishly surrendered their faith in our
mission and our superiors to lead us to victory.
We serve with a pride undefind and
yet true. We honor those who came before us,
by not allowing the needs of one to dominate
the needs of the common goal. We set that
goal as a cohesive unit bound by words that
many may never hear.
Together we have forged a path united as one.
We honor God and our country as we proudly serve
in the United States Marine Corps... Pride, honor and
respect until the day we die... Whoorah!
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