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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: That’s Why I Say
“So I can say I pray to….” Lance Corporal Jackson “Jack Bo” Boseman said. “You can say whatever you wish about your faith,” Corporal Yalla Powell said. The two Marines shuffled to Sunday morning chapel.
Skyler SaundersPublished 3 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: My Commandant Says
Two Marines, a man and a woman, enjoyed a night on the town. They watched a movie, and ended up in a hotel not too far from the base.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Wingers
“You’re the worst Marine. You didn’t know he was his great-grandson?” Corporal Dalton Stetson asked. “Alright, so I didn’t know his kin, but do you know the first name of ‘Young’ Livingsboro?” PFC Lisa Bartiromo said.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: The Contributing Factor
The screen showed the truth. Fifty-two years had passed since the actions in jungles thousands of miles away from the United States. Everything said Medal of Honor. The fight, not the sacrifice or selflessness of the recipients, was what prompted then Marine Second Lieutenant Azar Sam to sit up even straighter in her seat to read the story.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: The Bars
“That is, if it’s possible,” Staff Sergeant Pheifer Dakota said, exhaling vapor from an e-cigarette. The room in Okinawa, Japan swelled, and a great noise rose above the patrons and staff.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Fit
The baby cooed. The mother named him Ares. They’d just met each other three months ago. Mother, Gunnery Sergeant Adelyn Reine picked up a thirty pound kettlebell. Ares gasped and clapped his hands. Abigail did six sets of ten repetitions of kettlebell lifting, like a suitcase in front of her face.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: The Smaj
He slammed the fellow Marine on the mat. “Good, that’s good. You keep that going,” Sergeant Major Dallas Hector said. “But what you want to do is,” he gestured in the direction he wanted the Marine corporal to go.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: For the Love of the Gun
The wreath surrounding her rifle badge shone like fresh nickels from the mint. Her pistol badge told the same story, but only when she wore her service or dress uniforms. On the range, in her beloved cammies, Staff Sergeant Ruth Hazelton held the pistol in her hands. Sweat gathered at her temples while she aimed the weapon on the target and fired. The shots struck the target, each one in the center of the black.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: PRASP
The newly minted Marines expected to be treated like less than nothing by anyone outside their family and friends. With all the graduation celebrations of the last few days, the heady sense had to level off in some way. The two privates of...other privates, Vernon Pattinson and Derio Sales, felt the heights of having endured thirteen weeks on Parris (Paradise) Island, and transformed into hardened killing machines. Instead, they acknowledged the sobering reality that they’d achieved the status of being virtually worthless, powerless, and the lowest of the low. They didn’t even have any chevrons on their sleeves.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeThis is My Haircut
This Vocal Challenge calls for the author to write about “a time in your life –– or something you plan to do in the future –– where a physical change helped commemorate a new chapter for you, or otherwise impacted you in a positive way.”
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: The Ad Option
Colonel Martha Saint, the director of marketing and communications with Marine Corps Recruiting Command, donned her mask and went into the meeting. Upon her arrival, the Marines in the room stood at attention. The other Marines rose to their feet.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in ServeMarine Corps Stories: Leadership
A Yuma Arizona barracks room smelled like noodles. Two junior Marines were waiting for their meals to finish cooking in the microwave. Their meals, two bowls of pasta, were bubbling away in ceramic bowls of water when they both decided to speak their minds.
Skyler SaundersPublished 4 years ago in Serve