A reflection on Corpsman
Whenever a Marine bleeds or cries, there’s always a sailor beside them.
One thing I love about Corpsmen, is the way they use the phrase “my Marines”. They know we are a cult, and we often make fun of them, but they take it in stride.
When the chips are down and you hear the cry “Corpsman up!”, they come running…without fail, without regard for their own safety, towards the sound of the guns…they come running. They do for us, what we cannot do for ourselves.
It is such a profound contrast. Amidst all the killing, there they are…preserving life for a bunch of guys who give them a hard time.
You’d be hard pressed to find a better man than a Navy Corpsman. They hold our deepest respect, and our sincere love.
Thank you… you nasty squids.
