I never could remember my Dads real birthday but I always remembered to call him on November 10th. Marines and there tails were instrumental in my development as a young man. One uncle survived Iwo, another landed at Inchon and hiked up to the Chosen and back, My dad was smart he had mess duty at Quantico and when asked if he wanted the billet he said yes. Boy could he make a great Turkey. His mess Sgt wore the Navy Cross.

Happy Birthday Marines.