"10 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 upon your life. I eat concertina, piss napalm and I can shoot a round through a flea’s ass at 300 meters. I travel the globe; festering on anti-Americans everywhere they go for the love of mom, Chevrolet, baseball and apple pie. I’m a grunt. I’m a dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little son of a bitch that’s kept the wolf away from the door for over 225 years. I am a United States Marine. We look like soldiers, talk like sailors; slap the shit outta both of them. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the rope from the Army, and the anchor from the Navy. And on the 7th day, when God rested, we overran his perimeter and we’ve been running the show ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine by God.