Beautiful Corps
The Marine Corps is a harsh but beautiful place.
You grow to love the very men you hate.
It starts in boot camp where the Drill Instructors create a hostile, even violent environment; an place where you are forced to perform under the most stressful conditions.
You are forged and become increasingly impervious to the strain.
Hard and tempered.
When combat comes, that violent confrontation of flesh and steel, you are focused, clear.
You do not panic, you execute orders swiftly, violently, with a bias for action.
The leaders under whom you toil, who you often viewed with contempt, are followed with fierce loyalty.
Men who would never go on liberty together will storm into a hail of bullets to drag the other’s bleeding body to cover.
This is no exaggeration, this the Corps.
