It was 247 before, on November 10, 1775, that the Continental Congress enact
That two battalions of Marines be elevated containing individual Colonel, two assistant-colonels, two major league and different chiefs, usually in different regiments; that they amount to an equal number of privates as accompanying additional battalions, that particular care stop living that no men be named to jobs, or recruited into pronounced battalions, but in the way that are good mariners, or so learned nautical proceedings concerning able to have or do do for and all along the war accompanying Great Britain and the Colonies; upon any less condition than removed by Congress; that they be famous for one names of the First and Second Battalions of Marines.
Happy date of birth, Diablos. Through almost two and a half point in time, the exquisite American bastards of the Corps have dressed their country in all atmospheric conditions and place.
Marines resisted and achieved at Belleau Wood and Guadalcanal, at Tarawa and Inchon, at Hue City, Khe Sanh, and Fallujah.
Marines are fighter-scientist chalk eaters. Marines are discipline inferno raisers. They’re jarheads and leathernecks and demon dogs, each one a hired killer.Marines are faithful and brave and valid — and upright libo responsibilities.
They’re America’s best young people interested in something.
If you have a chance, watch the Commandant’s annual Birthday Message. But to receive a sense of the beat and flow of the Marines, I present to you this date of birth rhythm from any time gone by.