marine corps
The Marine Corps - the military arm of the US Navy. A country's fate and freedom lies in the hands of this band of brothers and sisters.
Marine Corps Stories: Their Next Excursion
First Sergeant Beck Singles paced the room. He stood at about 5’9” and made every move precise. His teak-colored face, shaven, and regulation fade and pressed cammies all projected his well-kept manner. His rank insignia sat expertly on his collar points. He looked over the gear of his junior Marines.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Saber Noise
The funeral followed the day after the strike. Iranian top commander Lieutenant General Aqib Abdallah fell from a blast sent by the United States. The news of this killing rocketed around the world as Iran foamed at the mouth for more war against the US. The Marines remained in various stages of emotion.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Just, Righteous and True
“They say that we’re a paper tiger. Well, let’s let loose the real lion against Iran. Let us continue to bring war to them in an overwhelming, stifling, and suffocating way,” General Wainwright said. She drew up a finger and drew the contours of Tehran, Iran. Each point glowed like embers in the air.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Creators of Worlds
Lieutenant Colonel Spencer Burrows' boots clicked against the deck. Each step remained measured and sure. He walked in a straight line as if treading on a tightrope. He stood at about 6’8” and towered over most of the Marines under his command. Silver highlighted his hair under his cover. He stood before a company of Devil Dogs awaiting the chance to defend the homeland. He sighed.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: BRASS
Rounds zoomed by Corporal India Gaither’s head. Her skin matched the night. She exhibited perfect trigger control and remembered keyword BRASS: Breathe, Relax, Aim, Slack, Squeeze. Neither of her fellow Marines remained in the best of shape. Lance Corporal Dannon Bowe and Slevin Fowler had sustained wounds to their calf muscles, almost in the exact same places. Sergeant Carlo Paz sat down beside India behind the armored vehicle.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: His Reputation
The desert heat seemed to hug them. It enwrapped and held them that Friday afternoon and it lasted from the early morning sun to the dying twilight. For Corporal Foster Depp and PFCs Rondo Alexander and Saturn Livingston, the ability to be able to hit the road and go into the country of Yuma, Arizona proved to be welcoming. Depp showed off tanned white skin from being in this sunny climate for more months than the PFCs. He possessed high cheek bones. Alexander boasted coffee black skin, a trim fade, and a square jaw. Livingston, on the other hand, exhibited rather pale skin with flaxen hair, a somewhat long face, but blue eyes that could cut through sheet metal like lasers. Both of the PFCs had reached the age of nineteen. They had all passed inspection of their barracks. Depp had passed his vehicle inspection for the weekend. All of the necessities had been covered and the three Marines looked forward to some well-deserved R&R.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Before their Feet
As the armored vehicles barreled through the city of Mashhad, the Marines stayed focused. Staff Sergeant Terri Nair looked at her black wristwatch. It read three o’clock in the morning. The rumbling of the vehicles startled some and aroused suspicion and even ire amongst the people of the city. Sergeant Boston Salloway clipped his fingernails.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Their Resolve
Patrols ruled the day. Each Marine kept his or her head on a swivel searching, always searching. Whether it was a dog in the road, some scraps of refuse tossed to the wayside, or children running up and down the place, the Marines kept a keen eye on their surroundings.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: WMs
Two military police (MP) stand guard at a checkpoint in Tehran, Iran. They are the first line of defense against any shady characters that may attempt to pass through the fences and other barriers set up outside their station.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Opportune
The sky streaked pinkish gray, similar to the ever coveted pink mist. It was about seventy degrees at eight in the morning despite it still being just spring. That’s desert weather, though.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Twelve Bars
The night sky looked like a pool of black ink. Some stars dotted the firmament and provided some semblance of peace for the sergeants, corporal, and two lance corporals in the armored vehicle.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Engulfed
Digital images flashed like flickering holograms over the model outlines of Tehran, Iran and Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. General Misha Wainwright observed the moving figures that represented the Marines camped out in the two countries. She contemplated with the other generals around her. The War Room buzzed.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in Serve