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 Might
The beauty of the marriage between rifleman and rifle still intrigued Sergeant Lionel Hanes. He cleaned his rifle regularly with as much care and precision as washing an infant. As an infantry Marine, he became adjusted to the devastation in Iran. He and his fellow Grunt Devil Dogs observed the massive destruction of the bombings.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Their Next Excursion
First Sergeant Beck Singles paced the room. He stood at about 5’9” and made every move precise. His teak-colored face, shaven, and regulation fade and pressed cammies all projected his well-kept manner. His rank insignia sat expertly on his collar points. He looked over the gear of his junior Marines.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Saber Noise
The funeral followed the day after the strike. Iranian top commander Lieutenant General Aqib Abdallah fell from a blast sent by the United States. The news of this killing rocketed around the world as Iran foamed at the mouth for more war against the US. The Marines remained in various stages of emotion.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Just, Righteous and True
“They say that we’re a paper tiger. Well, let’s let loose the real lion against Iran. Let us continue to bring war to them in an overwhelming, stifling, and suffocating way,” General Wainwright said. She drew up a finger and drew the contours of Tehran, Iran. Each point glowed like embers in the air.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Creators of Worlds
Lieutenant Colonel Spencer Burrows' boots clicked against the deck. Each step remained measured and sure. He walked in a straight line as if treading on a tightrope. He stood at about 6’8” and towered over most of the Marines under his command. Silver highlighted his hair under his cover. He stood before a company of Devil Dogs awaiting the chance to defend the homeland. He sighed.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: BRASS
Rounds zoomed by Corporal India Gaither’s head. Her skin matched the night. She exhibited perfect trigger control and remembered keyword BRASS: Breathe, Relax, Aim, Slack, Squeeze. Neither of her fellow Marines remained in the best of shape. Lance Corporal Dannon Bowe and Slevin Fowler had sustained wounds to their calf muscles, almost in the exact same places. Sergeant Carlo Paz sat down beside India behind the armored vehicle.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: His Reputation
The desert heat seemed to hug them. It enwrapped and held them that Friday afternoon and it lasted from the early morning sun to the dying twilight. For Corporal Foster Depp and PFCs Rondo Alexander and Saturn Livingston, the ability to be able to hit the road and go into the country of Yuma, Arizona proved to be welcoming. Depp showed off tanned white skin from being in this sunny climate for more months than the PFCs. He possessed high cheek bones. Alexander boasted coffee black skin, a trim fade, and a square jaw. Livingston, on the other hand, exhibited rather pale skin with flaxen hair, a somewhat long face, but blue eyes that could cut through sheet metal like lasers. Both of the PFCs had reached the age of nineteen. They had all passed inspection of their barracks. Depp had passed his vehicle inspection for the weekend. All of the necessities had been covered and the three Marines looked forward to some well-deserved R&R.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Before their Feet
As the armored vehicles barreled through the city of Mashhad, the Marines stayed focused. Staff Sergeant Terri Nair looked at her black wristwatch. It read three o’clock in the morning. The rumbling of the vehicles startled some and aroused suspicion and even ire amongst the people of the city. Sergeant Boston Salloway clipped his fingernails.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Their Resolve
Patrols ruled the day. Each Marine kept his or her head on a swivel searching, always searching. Whether it was a dog in the road, some scraps of refuse tossed to the wayside, or children running up and down the place, the Marines kept a keen eye on their surroundings.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
