marine corps
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: Creators of Worlds
Lieutenant Colonel Spencer Burrows' boots clicked against the deck. Each step remained measured and sure. He walked in a straight line as if treading on a tightrope. He stood at about 6’8” and towered over most of the Marines under his command. Silver highlighted his hair under his cover. He stood before a company of Devil Dogs awaiting the chance to defend the homeland. He sighed.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: BRASS
Rounds zoomed by Corporal India Gaither’s head. Her skin matched the night. She exhibited perfect trigger control and remembered keyword BRASS: Breathe, Relax, Aim, Slack, Squeeze. Neither of her fellow Marines remained in the best of shape. Lance Corporal Dannon Bowe and Slevin Fowler had sustained wounds to their calf muscles, almost in the exact same places. Sergeant Carlo Paz sat down beside India behind the armored vehicle.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: His Reputation
The desert heat seemed to hug them. It enwrapped and held them that Friday afternoon and it lasted from the early morning sun to the dying twilight. For Corporal Foster Depp and PFCs Rondo Alexander and Saturn Livingston, the ability to be able to hit the road and go into the country of Yuma, Arizona proved to be welcoming. Depp showed off tanned white skin from being in this sunny climate for more months than the PFCs. He possessed high cheek bones. Alexander boasted coffee black skin, a trim fade, and a square jaw. Livingston, on the other hand, exhibited rather pale skin with flaxen hair, a somewhat long face, but blue eyes that could cut through sheet metal like lasers. Both of the PFCs had reached the age of nineteen. They had all passed inspection of their barracks. Depp had passed his vehicle inspection for the weekend. All of the necessities had been covered and the three Marines looked forward to some well-deserved R&R.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Before their Feet
As the armored vehicles barreled through the city of Mashhad, the Marines stayed focused. Staff Sergeant Terri Nair looked at her black wristwatch. It read three o’clock in the morning. The rumbling of the vehicles startled some and aroused suspicion and even ire amongst the people of the city. Sergeant Boston Salloway clipped his fingernails.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
Marine Corps Stories: Their Resolve
Patrols ruled the day. Each Marine kept his or her head on a swivel searching, always searching. Whether it was a dog in the road, some scraps of refuse tossed to the wayside, or children running up and down the place, the Marines kept a keen eye on their surroundings.
By Skyler Saunders6 years ago in Serve
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
