December has proven to be a horror show month of various disciplinary and leadership type issues. Nonetheless I strove to remain in the Christmas spirit until what I thought was a parade of Santas turned out to be group of unshaven Sailors huffing and puffing their way to the ice cream stand.
"Ho-ho-hold the sprinkles on my sundae dude."
The average American often feels somewhat guilty they get to enjoy the Christmas season at home while many of us are making sand angels way out here in the Middle Evil. Let me remind everyone each of us is out here because we promised we would. As I related to my Marines the other day, we chose this occupation to do those things others are unwilling or unable to do. That is why it's called service and sacrifice.
So while children are nestled all snug in their beds, Marines sharpen K-Bars and fix bayonets.
Which reminds me of a famous Christmas poem penned by Marine LCpl James M. Schmidt in December 1986. It is entitled Merry Christmas My Friend. Some history behind the poem here.
This Christmas season will find America's 1stSgt with his Marines on a cot somewhere in the Kingdom of Jordan. As is my tradition, I will try and entertain the men with an evening of zombie films if we can rig it.
In the meantime, let me leave you all with a few of my favorite things...
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