I didn't realize that this was pick on squids day! Marines always laughed at us. We couldn't march worth a damn and our shooting was worse. I told my unit that if it came down to me defending the hospital we were in serious shit because I couldn't hit the broad side of a barn on a clear day with a map! My job was to take bullets out, not put them in. We had a prisoner escape at Camp Fallujah and they had everyone make their weapon condition three. I slapped my mag in like some action hero in a movie and scared the shit out of our chief surgeon. Okay, G.I. Jane I'm not.
However, the Marines were always around to give a hand. You know, M-A-R-I-N-E, which stands for My Ass Rides in Navy Equipment, or my personal favorite, Muscles Are Required Intellegence Not Essential. And there is always the old favorite, USMC, Uncle Sams Misguided Children.
Don't get me wrong, I love jarheads, when they're not doing stupid things like playing Kbar horseshoes or holding each other out a 4th story window for kicks. By the way, they caught the prisoner two days later. Took'em that long to search the camp. Oh the fun times we had.