Skyler Saunders
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Marine Corps Stories: Engulfed
Digital images flashed like flickering holograms over the model outlines of Tehran, Iran and Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. General Misha Wainwright observed the moving figures that represented the Marines camped out in the two countries. She contemplated with the other generals around her. The War Room buzzed.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: For Which You Live
Before the lesson at the military occupational specialty (MOS) school could commence, the instructor read a solemn passage about a fallen Medal of Honor recipient. Staff Sergeant Asher Gold read the name and citation of the hero and the entire class stood to their feet.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: The Verve
“Caskets and urns. That’s all we are. That’s only if you’re lucky. Sometimes you just come up missing. Sometimes forever. Did you know that there are over 80,000 US military personnel missing in action going back through the decades? Yes, I tell you. Caskets and urns. Or maybe a mass grave. That’s where they put a bullet at the base of the skull and you drop into a ditch and they just cover you over with dirt and keep it moving. What do you want, Melissa?” Staff Sergeant Guenveur asked.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Cover
Bells pealed as carolers, both civilian and Marines in uniform, attempted to bring cheer to the barracks. The grounds brimmed with occupants just before the holiday leave time commenced. Major Leland Mothe walked out without his cover on top of his head that breezy afternoon. Master Gunnery Sergeant Pete Hardaway stormed over to the major.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: So Much for the Myth
The ride sharing vehicle pulled up to the strip club in the desert in the daylight. The breeze over the sand seemed to hold onto the two PFCs who stepped out of the car. Even in the hours of light, chilly conditions descended on the Arizona inhabitants.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Man First
By just stepping in from the relative coolness in San Diego on this autumn afternoon, Second Lieutenant Gentry Smith-Woods, twenty-three and standing at 5’9,” could tell that attitudes had changed. Some lights and tinsel and a mini Christmas tree adorned the walls and corner of the shop. His other Marine officers at the naval hospital busied themselves with aiding the ailing Marines and ensuring that they experienced the best of care and a smooth transition back into civilian life. Smith-Woods felt the tight grip of agitation surround his legs and shoot up towards his neck. It was like a serpent snaking its way through his body. The discomfort somehow motivated him. But doesn’t the lack of comfort always motivate a Marine?
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Quarrel
Cold desert nights became the sense of normalcy for the Marines at the forward operating base. A lance corporal from the base had just perished in combat and an unease crept through the Devil Dogs like influenza. But they plowed forward, not forgetting the pain but simply processing it. Newton Kolby had fallen just hours ago. He had not survived his injuries from a roadside bomb. The young Marine would go on to earn the Navy Cross and the Silver Star for his actions, posthumously. His feats saved the lives of four other Marines. Oscar Pohlad, about 6’1” and weighing 190 pounds looked at the picture on the battlefield cross of the young man with his own rank. He shared the same complexion that looked like cashews. He kept walking back to his rack.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
