He ran as he'd never run before, with neither hope nor despair. He ran because the world was divided into opposites and his side had already been chosen for him, his only choice being whether or not to play his part with heart and courage. He ran because fate had placed him in a position of responsibility and he had accepted the burden. He ran because his self-respect required it. He ran because he loved his friends and this was the only thing he could do to end the madness that was killing and maiming them.
I'm not scared of very much. I've been hit by lightning and been in the Marine Corps for four years.
Without discipline, there is no Marine Corps.
The Marine Corps was the first father figure I had ever known.
The Marine Corps is supposed to be the toughest and most rigorous of its class.
The military and the Marine Corps prepared me to be numb to the stress.