America’s greatest secret weapon
Our grandson is a U.S. Marine. This week I told him about his great-grandfather, my dad, who was a proud U.S. Marine. Dad and other Marines I know are Marines, even if they aren’t currently serving. When the “The Marines’ Hymn” – “From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli” – was played, Dad stood up and sang. Dad fought in the Pacific in World War II. He never talked about combat. Once in a while something slipped out, like when they were landing on Tarawa. The Marines came in on landing boats that couldn’t make it all the way to the beach. They waded ...