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NUMB3RS Vol. 3
Getting right to it: 37.) The Ithaca 37, aka the Model 37, looks extremely familiar as far as military shotguns go. I don't know much about it besides it being ambidextrous and based on an early 20th century patent by Browning, according to Wikipedia.
By Nefarious Darrius5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Bank
The incessant tapping of the keyboard created a music all its own. In the shop, PFC Anderson Grimes struggled to keep his mind focused on the task of recording flight hours for the Marine pilots. The two corporals, Jorge Ruiz and Paul Husk looked at each other.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Far-off Northern Lands
The Marines hiked their way through the whiteness. With packs on their backs, the snow pulled them down to the ground. That same snow blanketed the ground for miles around in Pyeongchang, South Korea. First Sergeant Kiki Larentz briefed her Marines on this trek into the cold and wet.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
NUMB3RS Vol. 2
Picking right up where I left off: 21.) I turned 21 on a base in Iraq called FOB (Forward Operating Base) Warhorse. Sure enough Command Sergeant Major (CSM) G. remembered; and only one of my Battle Buddies First Sergeant(?) (1SG) S. (I believe a Specialist [SPC] at the time) couldn't resist the urge to get in the Bday licks if memory serves me right.
By Nefarious Darrius5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: And They Don’t Have Any Awards for That
The chow hall teemed with Marines yearning for a good meal, as good a meal as one can have in the Marine Corps that is. For the most part, the food ranged from very good to at least edible. Especially in the chow hall, as opposed to the mixed bag (literally) of Meal, Ready-to-Eat (MRE), the Marines could dine sufficiently.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Once loved to death
There comes a time in marriage sometimes, like in life, where you ask yourself how much more you can take. You ask yourself if all the things wrong are real, or just in your head. You ask yourself if ending things is really the best option or if you just have not tried hard enough and you need to hang on just a little longer for things to get better.
By Wynette Richardson5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Sounds of the Marines
The United States Marine Corps Drum and Bugle Corps (D&B) readied their instruments, the freshly-polished brass gleaming in the Arizona sun. Their mission: supporting Commandant Wainwright’s appearance at the base where she’d served years ago as base commander, before her promotion to top Marine.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Frog Voice
“I’m not getting a goddamn frog voice,” Sergeant Hyer Lowell said. Light shone on his medium brown skin. He stood just over six feet tall. He was chatting with Marcos Marin, a 5 foot, 8 inch sergeant without a hair on his head, who somehow managed a friendship with the bellicose Lowell. Both Marines then sat down to eat in the chow hall.
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
Greyhound (2020)
January 1942. The Atlantic War has been raging for three years and the losses on both sides are high. Despite the massive expenditure of man and material, the Atlantic still has to be crossed in order to secure the supply chain for the Allied powers. Time and again, convoys with a large number of transport ships are flanked by destroyers in order to bring them safely to their destination. As far as possible, airplanes provide escort. The not so young Ernest Krause was given command of the USS Keeling shortly after the USA entered World War II. The destroyer, nicknamed Greyhound hears is supposed to bring a convoy of 37 Allied ships safely through a five-day period in which air support is interrupted.
By Streameast5 years ago in Serve
Hold onto Life
The gleaming stainless steel exterior of the 24/7 Extremist Diner in Wilmington, Delaware didn’t attract the usual crowd. This morning in August 1990, the tiny diner became the setting for a most unusual event. Most of the time, cops came there on their late night shifts with both beaming smiles and gruff mugs, but they did not appear this morning. The dancehall crowd sometimes came through with their beads of sweat and marijuana on their breath. They would distance themselves from the police. Neither appeared now. And of course at this late hour of three am, (or early to some) a most distressing occurrence befell the diner. Where everything usually worked like the female wait staff wore who extra small shirts and the males donned huge 3X tees all seemed well. It was extremist, right?
By Skyler Saunders5 years ago in Serve
