“Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one's life for one's friends.” –John 15:12-14
AmpSurf -Shock and Awe for all!
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Usually, I read the “posers” posts and move on. No one likes the idea, but there will always be those that strive for what they have not earned. But as I read the newsletter today, it bothered me. Monday is Memorial Day, not Veterans Day -but Memorial Day. The day set aside to remember those that have given the Ultimate Sacrifice, no longer here to read the newsletter. In actuality, those that gave all, gave for fellow Marines, Sailors, Soldiers, and Airmen. In the moment of sacrifice, whether from the mast of a ship, in the jungle of Nicaragua, the black sands of a volcanic island, over a coral reef, a frozen reservoir, on a red dirt hilltop near the DMZ, in a concrete building at a Lebanese airport, in the streets of Fallujah, or an Afghan mountainside, they gave for the ones on the right and the left. The Fallen have sacrificed for fellow service members that also earned the right to wear the uniform. That is what makes the poser despicable. So this weekend wherever you may be, remember that it is YOU, not the poser, that holds the responsibility to bow your head and remember them, and say a prayer for their families.
A Marine as seen by…
A handsome, buff, highly trained professional killer and female idol who carries a finely honed K-Bar, wears a crisp 8-point cammie cover and is always on time due to the absolute reliability of his Seiko digital watch.
AmpSurf Not Since 1944
Thank you for your continued support of connecting Marines, past, present and future with your newsletter. It is read almost as religiously as Leatherneck magazine when it arrives. Shortly, Memorial Day will be upon us, not the artificial one where everyone gets a long weekend by having a Monday off, but the true Memorial Day, May 30th. I know this to be true as I was born on Memorial Day, 1951. My father use to tell me he arranged to have all the kids at school to have the day off just because it was my birthday. Then, as now, I was pretty easy to fool. Each year around this time the memories come creeping back and my thoughts turn to those I had the honor of fighting with in Vietnam and those who did not make it back home. Following is an article I wrote for the company newsletter a couple years ago and thought it was worth “re-publishing” for my fellow Marines and their families.