November 1775 I was born in a bomb crater my mother was an M-16 and my father was the Devil...each moment that I live is an additional threat apon your life, I eat constantina, piss napalm and I can shoot a round through a fleas ass at 300 meters...I travel the glode festering on Anti-Americans everywhere I go, for the love of mom, chevrolet, baseball, and apple pie... I'm a grunt Im the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful lil son-of-a-bitch thats keeping the world away from the door for more that 235 years...I'm a United States Marine we work like soldiers talk like sailors and slap the shit out of both of them...we stole the eagle from the airforce the rope from that army and the anchor for the navy and on the 7th day god we rested we over ran his perimiter and weve been running the show ever since warriors by day lovers by night drunker by choice Marine by god....Semper Fidelis