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10, November 1775
I was born in a bomb crater. My mother was an M-16 and my father was the devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I eat concertina, piss napalm, and I can shoot a round through a flea’s ass at 300 meters. I travel the globe, festering on anti-Americans everywhere I go, for the love of Mom, Chevrolet, baseball, and apple pie. I’m a grunt. I’m the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little son of a bitch that’s kept the wolf away from the door for over 225 years. I’m a United States Marine. We look like soldiers, talk like sailors, slap the shit out of both them. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the rope from the Army, and the anchor from the Navy, and on the seventh day when God rested, we overran His perimeter and we’ve been running the show ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine by God. Semper Fidelis.
-Generation Kill
The selfless sacrifice of day-to-day military personnel, especially combat veterans, is underappreciated. And you got the American society wanting to run as fast as they can to the counter shop to the fucking newsstands and grab motherfucking “US Weekly”s and fucking “People” magazine just to see what fucking Jake Gyllenhaal did on Thursday afternoon. You know what I did Thursday afternoon? I put one of my motherfucking Marines on a plane. I put that motherfucker on a bird to fucking nowhere. I picked his lifeless ass-up body, put him on a stretcher and put him off. Why don’t they put that? Why don’t that be in a motherfucking magazine? Or how about let’s put a day in the life of fucking any average Marine out here going through the streets of Ramadi? Their biggest concern is that, you know, they couldn’t buy a mocha latte at fucking Starbucks because it was under construction. Our biggest motherfucking concern is getting blown up on fucking two-niner-five and Michigan. But we’re gonna go home and they’re gonna say, wave their little flag and say, “Welcome home. Thanks for – thanks for preserving our right to go on not giving a fuck.”
There it is, folks. We’re sitting here fighting for your freedoms. You got the right to say what you want. We got the right to punch you in your fucking mouth if we disagree.
-Generation Kill
