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  • A Marine Corps Christmas Poem

    Was the night before Christmas

    T'was the night before Christmas and all through the Corps,
    Not a soul had liberty, the troops were all sore.
    They were all sacked out, every man in the lot,
    On racks of nails, called Marine Corps cots.

    When out on the lawn, there rose such a clatter,
    I sprang from my rack to see what was the matter.
    All out of breath, I hid behind the door
    With pounding heart I waited for more.

    A rolly-polly gent appeared on the scene,
    And to my surprise it was the Commandant of Marines.
    Yes it was the Commandant, there was no doubt,
    For he had on his poncho, green side out.

    He tiptoed around to each man's rack,
    And carefully inspected each man's rifle and pack.
    To a chosen few, he gave a ninety-six chit,
    But to the majority,he gave a ration of shit.

    As he pulled away; in gold plated tank,
    Pulled by ten colonels, all bucking for rank.
    I heard him say, and he said with a shout.
    "Merry Christmas you bastards, You'll never get out.
    Merry Christmas WAB
    Human Scum. Proud Never Trumper

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    Merry Christmas Wabbits

    Merry Christmas to one and all. The good gunny's borrowed poem a reminder of those not home this holiday. Keep them safe, Lord, that they may be with us next year.
    "This aggression will not stand, man!" Jeff Lebowski
    "The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool." Lester Bangs

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    • #3
      On Boxing Day I wish all a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
      “Loyalty to country ALWAYS. Loyalty to government, when it deserves it.”
      Mark Twain

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