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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: Austere Steps
The Marines visited the Marine Corps Museum that summer afternoon. Dressed in smart civilian attire, they moved with austere steps. Lead by Sergeant Wayne Corley, the Devil Dogs witnessed history evolve right before their eyes.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Provisions
Water licked at the stones on the small fountain in Marine Major General Paul Brandt’s office. It wasn’t too cozy but it displayed a relaxing appeal. Prayer stones and digital evangelical writings occupied the space. He had a little space heater for the winter months and enough room for his virtual golf set. He sat down at his desk and lifted words up to the unknown and the unknowable. He then cracked his knuckles like snapping crab legs. He wrote what he felt.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Capitulation
Misha felt at home at the head of the table. As the senior ranking official among mostly men, she didn’t seek to rule them. What she wanted to find was not power. She only wanted to exemplify the possible, the best. Far from an affirmative action hire, she had studied to show herself worthy of the lofty position which she occupied. She prepared herself for trouble.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Mr. All-Star Recruiter
At a United States Marine Corps recruiting station, the air smells like energy drinks cracked open. The floor is pristine with dominant blue hue and a single red stripe running down the center. Desks occupy the space. Three of them in total represent the first face that some see of the Marine Corps. The third Marine is out to lunch. In the rear is the gunnery sergeant’s office. The remaining two Marines discuss their views of Devil Dog life.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Lance General
Bowls of half-eaten ramen noodles decorated the barracks room. Empty bottles of beer complimented the decor. Lance Corporal Staten Dole, medium brown skin colored with a wavy, dark regulation haircut was twenty-years-old and stood at about 5’10”. He possessed a gaunt figure and high cheekbones. Lance Corporal Tyson Gatling exhibited darker skin, stood a few inches taller, and sported a bald head. He was twenty-year-old, too. His face fit perfectly among the Marine ranks. They had taken off their utility blouses but kept on their PT t-shirts and cammie trousers and boots. The two watched on a big screen television a movie on Marines being sent on a mission to retrieve weapons from a storehouse in the Syrian desert. One thing caught both of their eyes.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Boon
Robots dusted and picked up tiny debris in Misha’s office. She allowed the low, droning sound to seep into her consciousness and focus on this new task. At her desk, she held a pencil and a yellow legal pad pressed up against the wood. There remained arrows, loops, strikeouts, and erasures on the page. But she wrote. Her mind turned into an engine driving her thoughts into frozen reality. The warmth of the ideas in her head chilled on the piece of paper. She read back each and every line. She crossed out lines that dangled and straightened up words that could use some clarity.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: The Brilliance
“And you’re not my goddamn brother,” Sergeant Dante Sellers said. Sellers stood at about six feet. He wore a high and tight haircut and a fresh Marine utility uniform. Aged twenty-three, and oak hued, he had journeyed upon an electronics shop in Makkah, Saudi Arabia.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: All Power
“I’d never experienced racism until I got into the Corps,” said Lance Corporal Lawton Sails. Aged twenty, he stood at 5’9”, possessed walnut colored skin and a regulation fade. He hailed from Wilmington, Delaware. He withdrew some of the game controllers for the video game console in the barracks room.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: To the Lych-House
She possessed enough breaths to cry out in a fragile, small voice. “Take my rifle and my boots. Make a battlefield cross with a picture of my parents and my two boys and Jameel.” She tried to breathe. Every ounce of life that she had left focused on getting those last gasps of air into her failing lungs. She was a steam engine running low on fuel. Dangerously low. She brought up a few more words to instruct Staff Sergeant Melody Grohl. Her superior wasn’t having it.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Patrons
Glasses with liquid gold that bubbled up to the surface stood on the table. Two steaming plates with duck and truffles permitted the party of two to partake in the luxuries of being president and the top Marine general as Chairwoman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: White Star Cluster
They trudged through the sand with heavy packs. Across the battlefield, the Marines kept morale by remaining motivated. This was their last hump before returning to the United States from Iran. Platoon Commander First Lieutenant Garrison Safer ensured that his men and women would make it to their next objective. Like a rolling tank covering the land, these Devil Dogs kept in rhythm. Safer drove the troops with a fervor that powered their minds.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
