Ask a Marine what's so special about the Marines and the answer would be
"Esprit de Corps", an unhelpful French phrase that means exactly what it
looks like - the spirit of the Corps, but what is that spirit, and
where does it come from?
The Marine Corps is the only branch of the U.S. Armed Forces that
recruits people specifically to fight.
The Army emphasizes personal development (an Army of One), the Navy
promises fun (let the journey begin), the Air Force offers security
(its a great way of life).
Missing from all the advertisements is the hard fact that a Soldier's
lot is to suffer and perhaps to die for his people, and take lives at
the risk of his/her own. Even the thematic music of the services
reflects this evasion.
The Army's Caisson Song describes a pleasant country outing. Over hill
and dale, lacking only a picnic basket.
Anchors Aweigh, the Navy's celebration of the joys of sailing, could
have been penned by Jimmy Buffet.
The Air Force song is a lyric poem of blue skies and engine thrust.
All is joyful, invigorating, and safe.
There are no land mines in the dales nor snipers behind the hills, no
submarines or cruise missiles threaten the ocean jaunt, no bandits are
lurking in the wild blue yonder.
The Marines Hymn, by contrast, is all-combat. We fight our Country's
battles, First to fight for right and freedom, we have fought in every
clime and place where we could take a gun, in many a strife we have
fought for life and never lost our nerve.
The choice is made clear. You may join the Army to go to adventure
training, or join the Navy to go to Bangkok, or join the Air Force to
go to computer school. You join the Marine Corps to go to War!
But the mere act of signing the enlistment contract confers no status
in the Corps.
The Army recruit is told from his first minute in uniform that "you're
in the Army now", Soldier. The Navy and Air Force enlistees are Sailors or
Airmen as soon as they get off bus at the training center.
The new arrival at Marine Corps boot camp is called a recruit, or
worse, but never a MARINE. Not yet, maybe never. He or she must earn the
right to claim the title of UNITED STATES MARINE, and failure returns you to
civilian life without hesitation or ceremony.
Recruit Platoon 2210 at San Diego, California trained from October
through December of 1968. In Viet Nam the Marines were taking two hundred casualties a week, and the major rainy season operation Meade River, had not even begun. Yet Drill Instructors had no qualms about winnow ing out almost a quarter of their 112 recruits, graduating eighty-one. Note that this was post - enlistment attrition; every one of those who were
dropped had been passed by the recruiters as fit for service.
But they failed the test of Boot Camp, and not necessarily for physical
reasons; at least two were outstanding high school athletes for whom
the calisthenics and running were child's play. The cause of their failure
was not in the biceps nor the legs, but in the spirit.
They had lacked the will to endure the mental and emotional strain, so
they would not be Marines. Heavy commitments and high casualties not withstanding, the Corps reserves the right to pick and choose.
History classes in boot camp? Stop a Soldier on the street and ask him
to name a battle of World War One. Pick a Sailor at random to describe
the epic fight of the Bon Homme Richard. Everyone has heard of McGuire Air Force Base. So ask any Airman who Major Thomes McGuire was , and why he is so commemorated.
I am not carping, and there is no sneer in this criticism. All of the
services have glorious traditions, but no one teaches the young
Soldier, Sailor or Airman what his unifor m means and why he should be proud of it. But ask a Marine about World War One, and you will hear of the wheat field at Belleau Wood and the courage of the Fourth Marine Brigade, fifth and sixth regiments.
Faced with an enemy of superior numbers entrenched in tangled forest
undergrowth, the Marines received an order to attack that even the
charitable cannot call ill - advised. It was insane. Artillery support
was absent and air support had not yet been invented, so the Brigade
charged German machine guns with only bayonets, grenades, and indomitable fighting spirit. A bandy-legged little barrel of a gunnery sergeant, Daniel J. Daly, rallied his company with a shout, "Come on you sons a bitches, do you want to live forever"?
He took out thr ee machine guns himself, and they would give him the
Medal of Honor except for a technicality: he already had two of them.
French liaison officers, hardened though they were by four years of
trench bound slaught er, were shocked as the Marines charged across the open wheat field under a blazing sun directly into the teeth of enemy fire. Their action was anachronistic on the twentieth-century battlefield; so much
so that they might as well have been swinging cutlasses. But the enemy
was only human; they could not stand up to this. So the Marines took
Belleau Wood. The Germans called them "Dogs from the Devil."
Every Marine knows this story and dozens more. We are taught them in
boot camp as a regular part of the curriculum. Every Marine will always be
taught them! You can learn to don a gas mask anytime, even on the
plane in route to the war zone, but before you can wear the Eagle Globe & Anchor and claim the title you must know about the Marines who made that emblem and title meaningful. So long as you can march and shoot and revere the legacy of the Corps, you can take your place in line. And that line is unified spirit as in purpose.
A Soldier wears br anch of service insignia on his collar, metal
shoulder pins and cloth sleeve patches to identify his unit. Sailors wear a
rating badge that identifies what they do for the Navy.
Marines wear only the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor, together with personal
ribbons and their CHERISHED marksmanship badges. There is nothing on a Marine's uniform to indicate what he or she does, nor what unit the
Marine belongs to. You cannot tell by looking at a Marine whether you are
seeing a truck driver, a computer programmer, or a machine gunner.
The Corps explains this as a security measure to conceal the identity
and location of units, but the Marines' penchant for publicity makes that
the least likely of explanations. No, the Marine is amorphous, even
a nonymous, by conscious design.
Every Marine is a rifleman first and foremost, a Marine first, last and
always! You may serve a four-year enlistment or even a twenty plus year
career without seeing action, b ut if the word is given you'll charge
across that Wheatfield! Whether a Marine has been schooled in automated
supply, automotive mechanics, or aviation electronics, is immaterial. Those
things are secondary - the Corps does them because it must. The modern
battlefield requires the technical appliances, and since the enemy has them, so do we, but no Marine boasts mastery of them. Our pride is in our
marksmanship, our discipline, and our membership in a fraternity of courage and sacrifice."
For the honor of the fallen, for the glory of the dead", Edar Guest
wrote of Belleau Wood," the living line of courage kept the faith and moved
They are all gone now, those Marines who made a French farmer's little
wheat field into one o f the most enduring of Marine Corps legends.
Many of them did not survive the day, and eight long decades have
claimed the rest.
But their actions are immortal. The Corps remembers them and honors
what they did, and so they live forever.
Dan Daly's shouted challenge takes on its true meaning - if you lie in
the trenches you may survive for now, but someday you will die and no one
will care. If you charge the guns you may die in the next two minutes, but
you will be one of the immortals.
All Marines die; some in the red flash of battle, some in the white
cold of the nursing home. In the vigor of youth or the infirmity of age, all
will eventually die. But the Marine Corps lives on. Every Marine who ever
lived is living still - in the Marines who claim the title today. It is that sense of belonging to something that will outlive your own mortality, which gives people a light to live by and a flame to mark their passing.
Long Live The Corps!!!