MiamiCubano
El Martillo (My Boxing Name)
It's a dreary, dreary rainy day here in Miami, and I'm feeling the tiniest bit more sentimental than my usual curmudgeon self. So, when I got this in an e-mail today, though I don't typically do these things, I was inclined to pass it along. Enjoy brothers/sisters...and Semper Fi.
A few months ago my husband and I were going to dinner at the Bellagio here in Las Vegas. As we exited our vehicle, at the valet parking area, we noticed four young men in their dress Marine outfits standing in the area with their family members. My husband started towards them and asked one of the young men if they were here on vacation. He said no sir, we are being deployed and we are spending this evening with our family members before we leave. My husband wished them well and as we started to walk away, one of the young men noticed my husband's USMC ring. He said, Sir, were you in the Corps. He said yes, however that was some time ago, and you young men are privileged to serve at this time and lucky to have such advanced technology to assist you with this war. The young Marine then inquired as to when my husband was in the Corps and what was his rank. As proud as I am of my husband, he is even prouder of being a Marine. He comes from a ranch in Wyoming and always tells me that he was always proud to be a cowboy, but he is prouder to be known as a Marine. The four Marines turned to look at him to hear his answer and this is what he told them -- I was young like you, eager to serve my country as a Marine and I served from 1953 - 1975. I went to places that I would never have been if not for the USMC. I was a Drill Instructor at Parris Island, I saw countries I never would have seen in my lifetime and I served in Vietnam. I was shot three different times in Vietnam, in my back, my abdomen and my leg. I served as a Drill Instructor at Parris Island. I have often been asked why I never quit the Corps when I got shot the first time and my answer is, Marines never give up. My fellow Marines have a special camaraderie with each other and wherever you young men go you will always know that a fellow Marine will always be there for you as you will be there for them. You never leave a Marine behind, never..... One of the young men then asked him, but Sir, you have not told us what you came out as. He said I went in to the Corps as no one and came out as a Marine. As for my rank, I retired as a Sgt. Major USMC. At this point the most touching thing happened - all four of these young men clicked their heels together and stood at attention and saluted my husband the Retired Sgt. Major. Now for all of you strong, husky, brave and bold Marines, I would like you to know that my 6-foot plus husband's eyes filled with tears as he saluted them back. He said you young men do not need to salute me, I salute you young men for going to war to protect all of us here in the United States - God bless all of you and Semper Fi.
This is sent by the spouse of:
Garret Mulder
Ret. Sgt Major - USMC
A few months ago my husband and I were going to dinner at the Bellagio here in Las Vegas. As we exited our vehicle, at the valet parking area, we noticed four young men in their dress Marine outfits standing in the area with their family members. My husband started towards them and asked one of the young men if they were here on vacation. He said no sir, we are being deployed and we are spending this evening with our family members before we leave. My husband wished them well and as we started to walk away, one of the young men noticed my husband's USMC ring. He said, Sir, were you in the Corps. He said yes, however that was some time ago, and you young men are privileged to serve at this time and lucky to have such advanced technology to assist you with this war. The young Marine then inquired as to when my husband was in the Corps and what was his rank. As proud as I am of my husband, he is even prouder of being a Marine. He comes from a ranch in Wyoming and always tells me that he was always proud to be a cowboy, but he is prouder to be known as a Marine. The four Marines turned to look at him to hear his answer and this is what he told them -- I was young like you, eager to serve my country as a Marine and I served from 1953 - 1975. I went to places that I would never have been if not for the USMC. I was a Drill Instructor at Parris Island, I saw countries I never would have seen in my lifetime and I served in Vietnam. I was shot three different times in Vietnam, in my back, my abdomen and my leg. I served as a Drill Instructor at Parris Island. I have often been asked why I never quit the Corps when I got shot the first time and my answer is, Marines never give up. My fellow Marines have a special camaraderie with each other and wherever you young men go you will always know that a fellow Marine will always be there for you as you will be there for them. You never leave a Marine behind, never..... One of the young men then asked him, but Sir, you have not told us what you came out as. He said I went in to the Corps as no one and came out as a Marine. As for my rank, I retired as a Sgt. Major USMC. At this point the most touching thing happened - all four of these young men clicked their heels together and stood at attention and saluted my husband the Retired Sgt. Major. Now for all of you strong, husky, brave and bold Marines, I would like you to know that my 6-foot plus husband's eyes filled with tears as he saluted them back. He said you young men do not need to salute me, I salute you young men for going to war to protect all of us here in the United States - God bless all of you and Semper Fi.
This is sent by the spouse of:
Garret Mulder
Ret. Sgt Major - USMC
