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“Each day that you snuffies put one foot in front of your fatigue, you drank from that cup of nobility. Each day that you saddled up and moved out through your fear and doubts, you drank from that cup of nobility. Each day that you humped through monsoon mud, waded rivers and streams toward fates unknown, you drank from that cup of nobility. Each day that you trudged up mountain trails and crossed the paddies and valleys of harm’s way, you drank from that cup of nobility. Each day that you suffered the mosquitoes and leeches, bore the sun and heat, you drank from that cup of nobility. Each day that you rose above pain, futility, and loss, you drank from that cup of nobility. Each day that you weaved through the web of ambushes, booby traps, snipers, and mines, you drank from that cup of nobility. Each day that you watched the Grim Reaper claim a friend, you drank from that cup of nobility. Each day that you conquered the dread infecting the air you breathed, you drank from that cup of nobility. Each day that you beat death’s keening with jokes and repartee, you drank from that cup of nobility.

“The well of honor is yours. Each shovel full of sacrifice and devotion to reach its water was dug with blood or sweat. Quench your thirst, warrior, and return from the parched land of condemnation. This water was created from the essence that flows within you, and nothing outside of that can give it or take it away.”

Excerpt From: Carl Hitchens' Sitting With Warrior  

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Nov. 10th 2019 —

244th Marine Corps BirthDay

eMarine PX

Marine Owned and Operated

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<< Honoring

SADDLE UP

TIME TO SADDLE UP

AGAIN MY BROTHERS