Marine Wife is a Rare and Unique Breed of Woman!!

Rules For Dating a Marine's Daughter

Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open- minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Chu Lai. When my Agent Orange or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car. There is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine. -TDF

Bootcamp Tips

SURVIVAL TIPS: - Avoid eye contact. (It's harder for a Drill Instructor to intimidate you if you're looking past or through him!) - Bear in mind that no matter how traumatic things seem Boot Camp is only Temporary. - Trying your damnedest to achieve something is often more impressive than actually achieving it. Drill Instructors look for motivation and spirit more than anything else. - Don't volunteer for anything. - Keep your mouth shut and your eyes and ears open. - Doing push-ups (you'll do plenty of these) with your fingers spread and your palms off of the deck is easier than doing them with your fingers together and your palms flat. - Never, ever, ask a Drill Instructor "Why?" - Never smile at or near or within sight of a Drill Instructor. You have no right looking happy in boot camp, and if a Drill Instructor sees you looking this way he'll take steps to rectify the situation. - When you have to say something to a Drill Instructor, make sure your words are of the one or two syllable variety. That way you'll be less apt to say something that'll get you in trouble. - Eat quickly in the mess halls. Drill Instructors will occasionally abruptly terminate the time allotted for leisurely dining. - When you speak, speak loudly. - Avoid personal pronouns ("I," "me," "you," "they," "we") when speaking to Drill Instructors. - Don't question for one minute your decision to enlist in the Marines. - Make damn sure your boots fit. Foot trouble in boot camp can cause serious problems - like not graduating with your platoon. - Stay awake during the classes.

Oath of enlistment

"I, Terrence Darnel Foster, do solemnly swear that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and domestic; that I will bear true faith and allegiance to the same; and that I will obey the orders of the President of the United States and the orders of the officers appointed over me, according to regulations and the Uniform Code of Military Justice. So help me God."

Our Song...

A ballad for U.S Marines

Have you ever thought, why we've battled and fought, for 230 years? Why we never look back and always attack, without showing any fear. Why our feeling runs deep and our honor we keep and never betray a trust. Then you know what it means, to be labeled Marine, till our ashes turn to dust. It started out, with a toast and a shout, in a tavern near some ships. The bartender there, said some greens you could wear and take exciting trips. It didn't take long, 2 battalions and a song and the troops were on their way, To New Providence, where some island defense, was about to be ended that day. That started the tale, that would soon regale, everyone back home in the states. How a band of Marines, took a fort at the scene and unlocked the old iron gates. Raised our flag on the roof, to give ironclad proof, that Marines are a breed set apart. Then they left just as fast, when the crisis had past, it was here that the legend did start. And so it went on, from each dusk to each dawn, as the stories continued to grow. If you wanted a fight and it had to be right, the Marines were the outfit to know. They didn't retreat and they never got beat, from one battleground to the next And along that rough way, they performed every day; after all, they'd written the text. It wasn't for all and you had to stand tall, if you wanted to join our small band. But the day that you heard, that one single word, "Marine" was your singular brand. You said it out loud and you carried it proud, never asking for quarter or giving it, You instinctively knew, it was all up to you, it was your life and you were living it. And so it has been, since that first island win, on beachheads all over the world. From old Pirate ships to terrorist tricks, our banners are always unfurled. We give it our best; we stand up to the test, for courage can't be bought off a shelf. To experience the thrill, of taking the ville, you've got to do it yourself. And thus it will be, from the desert to the sea, wherever Marines tend to gather. We are all quite the same, we've all played the game and our ages don't really matter. We're bound by our care, for the next one's who wear, the hallowed anchor and globe. And we'll toast our great Corps, with a loud, husky roar, till St. Peter gives us a robe. So now you know why, on land, sea or sky, we've fought for all of those years. Why we never turn back and always attack and never show any fear. Why the feeling runs deep and our honor we keep and never betray a trust. Why we say what we mean, we are US Marines, till our ashes turn to dust. -TDF

Unconditional Love

Communication is a precious commodity when shared with the one you love. It's hard being distant from one another especially when you spend every waking day with each other until it's time to see him off at the airport. Having a misunderstanding, but reconnecting to understand that same moment. It takes time to adapt to his life as he serves the country, but it also takes him time to adapt to his new lifestyle as well. To keep his line of work separate from his personal, is a juggle. With goals set and much motivation from both ends, we can create a family worth living for.