|Quoth "gary williams" --|
"I have never known a single Marine who has been shot at and 'liked it enough.'"
Apparently you haven't known the same Marines I have, then. I don't think that anyone, myself included, regards war as "fun," but some people (including some Marines, including myself) do feel that they are "in their element" when they're being shot at.
In any case, you're free to your evaluation of whether or not someone might feel comfortable in combat. I do. It's not that there's no fear, it's that there's fear tempered by exhiliration and the knowledge that one knows what to do. My only point was that I'm not especially bothered by specious accusations that I "lack testicles." I've lost a few fights in my life, but I haven't run from one since I was ... hell, probably 12 years old. I learned early that the best way to minimize fights is to make sure that the other guy goes away knowing he was in a fight.
"In fact I saw over 200 Marines killed in one day. It was 23 October 1983. You do remember that date don't you"
Yes, I do. I was still almost a year away from joining the Marine Corps, but I remember it well and later served with Marines who were there. I'm sure that it matters not at all to you (nor should it -- res ipsa loquitur), but you have my deepest respect if you, as a Marine, corpsman, soldier or civilian went through that particular bit of hell and came out the other side.
"The more I think about it, the more I detest you! You are not only a disgrace to the United States Marine Corp, but you are a disgrace to all Soldiers, Sailors, Airmen and Marines of the United States of America."
There's really no possible response to that other than the following:
Fuck you. I served for ten years, in war and peace, at home and abroad. I served well, and I served honorably, for six years before the first Gulf War, and then came back without waiting to be called up from IRR in order to serve in that war, in which and after which I also served well and honorably. I don't need your esteem to know those things, nor does the lack of esteem from you diminish those things.
Am I a Dan Daley, a John Basilone, a Lou Diamond or even a Lee Marvin? Hell, no. Very few people are, but I did my damnedest to emulate them, and I know in the only place that counts that, had I been among the Marines who DID go ashore at Saipan, I'd have done what needed to be done. And now that I am a civilian again, I continue to serve my country well and honorably. Your esteem or the absence thereof doesn't affect that fact either.