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I am just your average ordinary every day dude getting by from day to day like the rest of you out there.
I have always been a person of morals and values even though I have gone down a wrong path or two in my life. Everyone gets lost from time to time.
The United States Marine Corps (USMC) is a branch of the United States armed forces responsible for providing force projection from the sea,using the mobility of the United States Navy to rapidly deliver combined-arms task forces.
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I am the mailman, baby and I deliver, 1st class and certified-rain, sleet or snow. My personality is so magnetic, I am unable to carry credit cards. Even my enemies list me as an emergency contact. Sharks have a TV series called "Budd Week". I never taste anything and say, it tastes like chicken...not even chicken. My Mom has a tattoo that reads "Son". I am right handed...and left handed. I once called a wrong phone number even though the person on the other end wouldn't admit it. My charisma can be seen from space. My blood smells like cologne. I once had a staring contest with my reflection and after four days, I won. When I go for a swim, dolphins appear. The police often question me just because they find me interesting. My beard alone has experienced more than a lesser man's entire body. I once had an awkward moment, just to see how it feels. Alien abductors asked me to probe them. I wouldn't be afraid to show my feminine side, if I had one. My reputation is growing faster than the universe. I live vicariously through myself. I can dis-arm you with my looks...or my hands, either way. People hang on my every word, even the prepositions. I can speak French...in Russian. I don't always drink beer but when I do, I like it cold or free or both or at Hooters.
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It is not something that can be inherited, nor can it be purchased. No amount of money can buy it. It is not for sale and it may not be borrowed. It isn’t a birthright and it doesn’t come easily. It must be earned. It requires honor, courage, and commitment. It’s the result of hardwork and even spilled blood. It is a sacrifice. It remembers those lives that went before. Once earned, it can never be taken away. You, and the brotherhood of the corps, maintain it forever.
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Hartman: I am Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, your Senior Drill Instructor. From now on, you will speak only when spoken to, and the first and last words out of your filthy sewers will be "Sir!" Do you maggots understand that?
Recruits: [in unison] Sir, yes, sir!
Hartman: Bullshit! I can't hear you. Sound off like you got a pair!
Recruits: [louder] Sir, yes, sir!
Hartman: If you ladies leave my island, if you survive recruit training... you will be a weapon, you will be a minister of death, praying for war. But until that day you are pukes! You're the lowest form of life on Earth. You are not even human fucking beings! You are nothing but unorganized grabasstic pieces of amphibian shit! Because I am hard, you will not like me. But the more you hate me, the more you will learn. I am hard, but I am fair! There is no racial bigotry here! I do not look down on niggers, kikes, wops or greasers. Here you are all equally worthless! And my orders are to weed out all non-hackers who do not pack the gear to serve in my beloved Corps! Do you maggots understand that?
Recruits: [in unison] Sir, yes, sir!
Hartman: Bullshit! I can't hear you!
Recruits: [louder] Sir, yes, sir!
Hartman: What's your name, scumbag?