As for our general welfare, keep in mind Marines have a terrible habit of running toward the sound of gunfire and other perils. Throughout our careers Marines are bound to encounter hazards of a various
and sundry nature. These threats include IED explosions, AK wielding insurgents, mortars, RPGs, pirates, communists (foreign and domestic), sharks with laser beams, and of course, brain gobbling zombies.
Of all these, easily the most dangerous hazard is advancement. I often warn my Marines the dangers of promotion. The most horrific and inevitable fate of all is having your Marines taken away and being given a desk. Regular readers already know of my love affair with all things administrative. Unfortunately, like death, this fate is nearly impossible to escape.
In the meantime, like a band of Vikings, the Marines participate in high seas adventure while I concentrate on the mind numbing awesome which regularly come across my desk. This includes heaping praise onto mouth breathers who have managed not to get any saliva on the furniture.
What I really mean to say is despite what you may see on the news and while Marines are out on the tip of the spear, your 1stSgt is usually engaged in activity more resembling this:
I’d rather be out bayoneting villainous persons.