Happy Birthday USMC!
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morganj614
New Member
to my sons and all the sons and daughters who serve in The Corps 
aps45819
24/7 Single Dad
Was in Honduras on the USS Fort Snelling, LSD-30 and the Marines aboard wanted to do something special. Our ship mascot was an alligator so they decided they'd get on and put a sailor hat on him and march him around the flight deck during the ceremony. A couple of days before, I was standing quarterdeck watch when the gunny comes aboard, drunk as a skunk with a 4 foot caymen under his shirt. I asked "Hey Gunny, what's that under your shirt?" He said "Nothin" while trying to hold this beast in place. Not being dumb enough to piss of somebody that can kill me with one hand, I figured it was OK to let him bring it aboard. 
Larry Gude
Strung Out
The USMC Silent Drill team...
...performed at the Redskins/Eagles game at half time.
Left me and 90,000 others speechless. And then we gave them a hearty standing ovation.
WOW.
...performed at the Redskins/Eagles game at half time.
Left me and 90,000 others speechless. And then we gave them a hearty standing ovation.
WOW.
Justanotherjoe
Seacrets
Thanks to ALL in uniform! OOOO ROH!
Chasey_Lane
Salt Life
Shouldn't it be "Rah!" not "Roh!"Justanotherjoe said:
Justanotherjoe
Seacrets
I guess it depends if you're from the North or the South.Chasey_Lane said:Shouldn't it be "Rah!" not "Roh!"
morganj614
New Member
slotted
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The Ballad of Ira Hayes
Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!
He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died
Ira Hayes,
Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Gather round me people there's a story I would tell
About a brave young Indian you should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix valley in Arizona land
Down the ditches for a thousand years
The water grew Ira's peoples' crops
'Till the white man stole the water rights
And the sparklin' water stopped
Now Ira's folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man's greed
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima's hill,
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived to walk back down again
And when the fight was over
And when Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Ira returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored; Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no crops, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira'd done
And when did the Indians dance
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Then Ira started drinkin' hard;
Jail was often his home
They'd let him raise the flag and lower it
like you'd throw a dog a bone!
He died drunk one mornin'
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water in a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
CHORUS:
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won't answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinkin' Indian
Nor the Marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lyin' thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died
Bustem' Down
Give Peas a Chance
I love them Jarheads.
mv_princess
mv = margaritaville
Bustem' Down said:
me too!
probably not for all the same reasons you do though!
sockgirl77
Well-Known Member
mv_princess said:me too!
Bustem' Down
Give Peas a Chance
Probably not. Although I seen a couple female marines I wouldn't mind going out in the field with.mv_princess said:me too!
