Marines

Somehow it all circles back to where we began. Not we as in our people, or people in general, but as Marines. For each and every one of us it begins with a bus ride, a bus ride that ends at the yellow footprints of hell. This is truly the beginning. Our rebirth. And to quote a legend, we are "born again hard." But in the beginning, we're nothing, and are made to feel like we are nothing. And it's for the best. Fast forward to a place some of the Marine call, "The Afterlife," or better known as Iraq. Hell after hell. Because it for damn sure isn't Heaven. But at least you're stuck in this shit hole with the closest thing you'll have to brothers, and you can suffer together. Time is always easier spent with company. Many of the United States Marines think back to when they weren't Corps bound, but the outcome is always the same. They wouldn't trade it for the world, wouldn't change it for an instant. Because the title Marine is earned, never given. Someday I wish everyone could feel the pride and honor on a level such as this. In what other aspect of life can you gain such a profound understanding for team work, motivation, brother or sisterhood? No Marine fights for Government. But they all fight for family, for country, for freedom. Sacrificing theirs, to give you yours. No, I'm not a Marine, but I would give my life to save one of theirs.