As long as there are Marines…

They stand in formation, making lines that can be seen and felt.

They crouch in place, holding fast to ground bought and paid for.

Paid for with more than blood.

Paid for with more than sweat.

Paid for with the Spirit of Brotherhood.

There is nothing more precious than Spirit.

Spirit is singular and shared, visceral and ethereal.

Spirit fills the gaps between men in danger and men in pain and men who feel the fear they dare not recognize.

Spirit informs the soul that life is made sacred in terms of for what and whom you would risk its loss.

Spirit unifies and sanctifies.

Spirit carries with it the collective experience of all who truly share its intimacy.

Spirit is eternal.

They stand alone feeling the long lines of formation they share in time.

They crouch in place holding fast for brother’s they will never know.

They feel the Spirit that ties them to past horror and glory.

They know the price.

As long as there are Marines…

BobTheUmp

Merry Christmas to all those who do and have done that which was needed without regard to cost.  You are a blessing to the world in which you live.