Semper Fidelis

Semper Fidelis

I have always been a patriotic person, ever since I learned what it meant to truly be free, and how blessed I am to live in this country- The United States of America, I hold a special place in my heart and prayers for all the men and women who sacrifice everything to ensure the protection of our Constitution and our way of life. I am the girlfriend of a United States Marine. I hold an extra special place in my heart for all you Devil Dogs. The first to fight and the last to leave, you are the Few and the Proud. ~Semper Fidelis

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loveofatravelingsoldier:

 “Step forward now, you Marine, You’ve borne your burdens well, Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets, You’ve done your time in Hell.” ♥

loveofatravelingsoldier:

 “Step forward now, you Marine, You’ve borne your burdens well, Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets, You’ve done your time in Hell.” ♥

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devildogs:

Dear Soldiers, Airmen, Marines and Sailors,
Merry Christmas

devildogs:

Dear Soldiers, Airmen, Marines and Sailors,

Merry Christmas

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United States Marine Corps Ranks

United States Marine Corps Ranks

United States Marine Corps Ranks

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firsttofight:

To us, the war in Iraq is over. For them, it will never be over.

firsttofight:

To us, the war in Iraq is over. For them, it will never be over.

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misslora:

poprocksandlove:

You don’t see many homecoming pictures when it’s the wife coming home and this is just so sweet and awesome!

this is too cute to handle <3
misslora:

poprocksandlove:

You don’t see many homecoming pictures when it’s the wife coming home and this is just so sweet and awesome!

this is too cute to handle <3

misslora:

poprocksandlove:

You don’t see many homecoming pictures when it’s the wife coming home and this is just so sweet and awesome!

this is too cute to handle <3

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You know it’s real love when he comes home after weeks of being gone and it feels like you haven’t skipped a beat; as if it is the most natural thing in the world for him to be with you. When you all of a sudden feel whole again, as if a piece of you had been missing and it has returned, and when it doesn’t matter how long he has been gone or how little time you have before he leaves again because all that matters is that he is with you, thats when you know it’s he is the man you will spend the rest of your life with.

It’s a mixed-up world we live in. Sad, but true! Charlie Sheen is 45 and his story is still all over the news because he is a substance abuser, an adulterer, and sexually promiscuous. Lindsay Lohan is 24 and her story is all over the news because she’s a celebrity drug addict and thief. While………….. Justin Allen 23, Brett Linley 29, Matthew Weikert 29, Justus Bartett 27, Dave Santos 21, Jesse Reed 26, Matthew Johnson 21, Zachary Fisher 24, Brandon King 23, Christopher Goeke 26 and Sheldon Tate 27…… are all Marines that gave their lives this week for you. There is no media for them; not even a mention of their names. Honor THEM! I DID. WILL YOU?

pfclosee:

‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone, In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone. I had come down the chimney, with presents to give and to see just who in this home did live.
As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see, no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree. No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand. On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.
With medals and badges, awards of all kind, a sobering thought soon came to my mind. For this house was different, unlike any I’d seen. This was the home of a U.S. Marine.
I’d heard stories about them, I had to see more, so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door. And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone, Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.
He seemed so gentle, his face so serene, Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine. Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read? Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?
His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan. I soon understood, this was more than a man. For I realized the families that I saw that night, owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.
Soon around the Nation, the children would play, And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day. They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year, because of Marines like this one lying here.
I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone, on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home. Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye. I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.
He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice, “Santa, don’t cry, this life is my choice I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more. My life is my God, my country, my Corps.”
With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep, I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still. I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill. So I took off my jacket, the one made of red, and covered this Marine from his toes to his head. Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold, with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold. And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride, and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.
I didn’t want to leave him so quiet in the night, this guardian of honor so willing to fight. But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure, said “Carry on, Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all secure.” One look at my watch and I knew he was right, Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.

pfclosee:

‘Twas the night before Christmas, he lived all alone,
In a one-bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down the chimney, with presents to give
and to see just who in this home did live.

As I looked all about, a strange sight I did see,
no tinsel, no presents, not even a tree.
No stocking by the fire, just boots filled with sand.
On the wall hung pictures of a far distant land.

With medals and badges, awards of all kind,
a sobering thought soon came to my mind.
For this house was different, unlike any I’d seen.
This was the home of a U.S. Marine.

I’d heard stories about them, I had to see more,
so I walked down the hall and pushed open the door.
And there he lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled up on the floor in his one-bedroom home.

He seemed so gentle, his face so serene,
Not how I pictured a U.S. Marine.
Was this the hero, of whom I’d just read?
Curled up in his poncho, a floor for his bed?

His head was clean-shaven, his weathered face tan.
I soon understood, this was more than a man.
For I realized the families that I saw that night,
owed their lives to these men, who were willing to fight.

Soon around the Nation, the children would play,
And grown-ups would celebrate on a bright Christmas day.
They all enjoyed freedom, each month and all year,
because of Marines like this one lying here.

I couldn’t help wonder how many lay alone,
on a cold Christmas Eve, in a land far from home.
Just the very thought brought a tear to my eye.
I dropped to my knees and I started to cry.

He must have awoken, for I heard a rough voice,
“Santa, don’t cry, this life is my choice
I fight for freedom, I don’t ask for more.
My life is my God, my country, my Corps.”

With that he rolled over, drifted off into sleep,
I couldn’t control it, I continued to weep.

I watched him for hours, so silent and still.
I noticed he shivered from the cold night’s chill.
So I took off my jacket, the one made of red,
and covered this Marine from his toes to his head.
Then I put on his T-shirt of scarlet and gold,
with an eagle, globe and anchor emblazoned so bold.
And although it barely fit me, I began to swell with pride,
and for one shining moment, I was Marine Corps deep inside.

I didn’t want to leave him so quiet in the night,
this guardian of honor so willing to fight.
But half asleep he rolled over, and in a voice clean and pure,
said “Carry on, Santa, it’s Christmas Day, all secure.”
One look at my watch and I knew he was right,
Merry Christmas my friend, Semper Fi and goodnight.

(Source: loseegoose, via captainkristine)

historyoftheself:

Added the little quote

historyoftheself:

Added the little quote

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