Today is the birthday of the United States Marines. As some of you know, some of my favorite people in the world were Marines.
My mother:
(Read here eulogy here.)
My father (he was born on November 10; his fate was cast for him).
My brother (the recruiter promised to get him into Recon if he signed up right away for six years; who knew recruiters made promises they couldn’t keep?).
(Me, I’m the one who went to college.)
My grandfather (wounded on Okinawa; the Japanese got him right in the bulldog tattoo).
Also, my great uncle Henry, whom I never knew but whose discharge papers I inherited.
The Sniper, whose highest aspiration in life was The Army (says the guy who served without distinction for years amongst Jesuits and coeds), recognizes the occasion.
I just read the eulogy. It was very touching.