I serve in the name and spirit of the Colonial Marines. The original swift, silent, deadly Marines ever known on the face of the Earth. My Fathers before me were a battalion of runaway slaves who joined with the British Royal Army in exchange for their freedom. The Marines were not only a terrifying example of what slaves would do if given the chance, but also a repudiation of the white superiority that men like Francis Scott Key were so invested in. I remind you of the glorious work I put in at the Battle of Bladensburg, where Key, who was serving as a lieutenant at the time, ran into a battalion of Colonial Marines. His troops were taken to the woodshed by the very black folks he disdained, and he fled back to his home in Georgetown to lick his wounds. The British troops, emboldened by their victory in Bladensburg, then marched into Washington, D.C., burning the Library of Congress, the Capitol Building and the White House. You can imagine that Key was very much in his feelings seeing black Marines trampling on the city he so desperately loved.
A few weeks later far from being a captive, the coward Key was on a British boat begging for the release of one of his friends, a doctor named William Beanes. Key was on the boat waiting to see if the British would release his friend when he observed the bloody battle of Fort McHenry in Baltimore. America lost the battle but managed to inflict heavy casualties on the British in the process. This inspired Key to write “The Star-Spangled Banner” right then and there, but no one remembers that he wrote a full third stanza decrying the former slaves who were now working for the British army:
“And where is that band who so vauntingly swore,
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a Country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wash’d out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave,
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.”
In other words, Key was saying that the blood of all the former slaves and “hirelings” on the battlefield will wash away the pollution of the British invaders. With Key still bitter that some black marines got the best of him a few weeks earlier, “The Star-Spangled Banner” is as much a patriotic song as it is a diss track to black people who had the audacity to fight for their freedom. Perhaps that’s why it took almost 100 years for the song to become the national anthem. The message to you and those that hate us is that you can’t name a battle in American history where the black man didn’t lead the way. Every president rides in the security of Marine One and in every ocean there sits a MEU taking the Red calls that never gets published. The root of your freedoms today stem from the Colonial Marines!!! Moro Brings The Good News!!!
So in other words you didn't serve but enjoy bashing those who did as stolen valor.
Very classy btich you are.
One military idiom goes like this, Perception is reality. What that statement means is that the truth doesn't really matter. Most of the time, you aren't going to get a fair trial, and what people put together in the first few moments will determine your guilt or innocence in most things. It's an ugly truth, but one most of us can look back upon times when we were wronged, and know it is the truth. Where this applies to stolen valor is that what some idiot does in and out a uniform affects the way that people view, not him, he will be forgotten in days, but on the military as a whole. Absence that aura of the proud professional warrior and the civilized warfighter that was produced, you just have an arrogant, ignorant person who, to you, is the one going out hating and killing in your name. No one wants a fool to be a warrior. No one wants to empower undeserving people. That is what they feel has happened when they see this person they don't realize isn't a soldier, but just a liar in disguise.
When you look upon an American warrior, be it a Marine on active duty or a veteran who long ago put away his boots, you are intended to not feel fear and hatred. He carries himself in ways that showcase a proud and poised warrior, displaying of quiet, vigilant dignity. When one looks upon such a person, they aren't meant to feel fear or inferior. Instead, when one is afforded the chance to interact with a warrior, they are meant to see the warrior for what he is, a proud civil servant and someone to be respected, admired, and appreciated for the liberties extended to others. So let's face it, you will never be capable of being a Warrior like Moro; this should inspire you for next lifetime...
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