We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Happy Birthday, Marines of all stripes and ages. I just anchored a cake ceremony as the oldest Marine present in my smallish Pentagon organization. The youngest Marine present was not even born when I retired. Groan.
Happy 236 Birthday, dear Bruce. By the way, there's a discussion about the meaning of the mameluke sword over on Neptunus Lex. I asked the commenters to explain the meaning and importance of the mameluke sword and everyone joined in. Great story.
As far as "former" Marines go, buddy, they may eventually reach retirement, but they stay Marines forever, and continue to scare the hell out of the bad guys.