marine corps
The Marine Corps - the military arm of the US Navy. A country's fate and freedom lies in the hands of this band of brothers and sisters.
Marine Corps Stories: The Iranian Dream
Sand kicked up like Lucifer had commanded it to do so. Winds caused debris in the street to dance. The closing hour of the Declaration and Constitution of Iran became nigh. Misha sat down with President Maaz Taheri to have him sign the digital documents.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Who they Were
Marine generals Misha and Raquel saluted. Their service Alphas flapped in the breeze and their stars twinkled like the fenders of 1950’s American cars. Their hands seemed slower, more pronounced as they drew them to their brows. They then shook hands.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Individual Experiences May Vary
The blast of sound swept through the hall. Brass, woodwind, strings, and percussion enveloped the listeners as they remained attentive to every note. Keen ears could only try to pick out missed notes or sour sounds. None showed up in the President’s Own United States Marine Corps Band. The red and white uniforms looked as sharp as bloody daggers. Their movements sliced through the minds of the audience and permitted them to experience the grandeur and the splendor of the music. Corporal Loren Rolle didn’t just play the sousaphone, he embodied it. The full, resonance blended with the rest of the band.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Austere Steps
The Marines visited the Marine Corps Museum that summer afternoon. Dressed in smart civilian attire, they moved with austere steps. Lead by Sergeant Wayne Corley, the Devil Dogs witnessed history evolve right before their eyes.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Provisions
Water licked at the stones on the small fountain in Marine Major General Paul Brandt’s office. It wasn’t too cozy but it displayed a relaxing appeal. Prayer stones and digital evangelical writings occupied the space. He had a little space heater for the winter months and enough room for his virtual golf set. He sat down at his desk and lifted words up to the unknown and the unknowable. He then cracked his knuckles like snapping crab legs. He wrote what he felt.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Capitulation
Misha felt at home at the head of the table. As the senior ranking official among mostly men, she didn’t seek to rule them. What she wanted to find was not power. She only wanted to exemplify the possible, the best. Far from an affirmative action hire, she had studied to show herself worthy of the lofty position which she occupied. She prepared herself for trouble.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Mr. All-Star Recruiter
At a United States Marine Corps recruiting station, the air smells like energy drinks cracked open. The floor is pristine with dominant blue hue and a single red stripe running down the center. Desks occupy the space. Three of them in total represent the first face that some see of the Marine Corps. The third Marine is out to lunch. In the rear is the gunnery sergeant’s office. The remaining two Marines discuss their views of Devil Dog life.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Lance General
Bowls of half-eaten ramen noodles decorated the barracks room. Empty bottles of beer complimented the decor. Lance Corporal Staten Dole, medium brown skin colored with a wavy, dark regulation haircut was twenty-years-old and stood at about 5’10”. He possessed a gaunt figure and high cheekbones. Lance Corporal Tyson Gatling exhibited darker skin, stood a few inches taller, and sported a bald head. He was twenty-year-old, too. His face fit perfectly among the Marine ranks. They had taken off their utility blouses but kept on their PT t-shirts and cammie trousers and boots. The two watched on a big screen television a movie on Marines being sent on a mission to retrieve weapons from a storehouse in the Syrian desert. One thing caught both of their eyes.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Boon
Robots dusted and picked up tiny debris in Misha’s office. She allowed the low, droning sound to seep into her consciousness and focus on this new task. At her desk, she held a pencil and a yellow legal pad pressed up against the wood. There remained arrows, loops, strikeouts, and erasures on the page. But she wrote. Her mind turned into an engine driving her thoughts into frozen reality. The warmth of the ideas in her head chilled on the piece of paper. She read back each and every line. She crossed out lines that dangled and straightened up words that could use some clarity.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
