Moto:
The USMC is over 225 years of romping, stomping, hell,
death and destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. We were born in a
bomb crater, our
mother was an M-16 and our
father was the devil.
Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I am a rough looking, roving warrior of the whole damn globe. I am cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and I do not know the meaning of fear, for I am fear itself. I am a green, amphibious
monster made of blood and guts who arose from the sea, feasting on anti-Americans throughout the globe. Whenever it may arise, and when my
time comes, I will die a glorious
death on the battle field, giving my life to Mama, the Corps, and the American flag.
We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. On the 7th day, while God rested, we overran his perimeter and stole the globe, and we've been running the show ever since. We live like soldiers and talk like sailors and make both of them look like fucking pacifists because we are the mother fucking American samurai. We are the Spartans of the modern fucking future, and nobody can outfight, outdrink, outfuck, outman the fucking Marines, because we are
PT GODS! Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine Corps by good Goddamn luck! SEMPER
FI MOTHER FUCKERS!