This is what happens when a mildly un-hinged former Marine, Ivy Leaguer, and university professor bags it all for a surfboard and a sleeping bag in the back of an ancient pickup truck just to follow the waves.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
It's the birthday of a noble institution
Whenever the politicians and diplomats get in a jam and don't know what to do to save their careers and access to political power, they call in the Marines to die or be maimed, then relegated to a corner of history once the elites are safe again. If you think that's cynical, you're right. It's also accurate.
Rudyard Kipling, when writing about the similar lot of the common British soldier, or "Tommy", composed the following verse:
It's Tommy this, and Tommy that,
And chuck him out the brute,
But it's 'Savior of his Country,'
When the guns begin to shoot!
Or, apparently, when it begins to rain.
Here's to 238 years of honor, duty, and faithfulness. Even though these values are misunderstood and sometimes ridiculed by the New York Times/National Public Radio/university faculty crowd, and made cartoonish by Hollywood puzzlewits, they are practiced and borne on a great deal of real blood.
