"God, grant me the serenity to load my clips quickly and fully,
and to accept that there are shots I cannot make;
the courage to take the shots I can;
and the wisdom to know the difference.
Living one skirmish at a time;
Enjoying one small victory at a time;
Accepting imperfect firing positions as the pathway to survival;
Taking, as our Founding Fathers did, this land as the gift from God that it is,
not as the hog-trough of shiftlessness and government largesse the Leftists would have it become;
Trusting that my full-metal-jackets will make all things right,
as long as I meter my breathing and choose my targets carefully;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life and,
as a result of my sacrifices for the cause of liberty,
supremely happy even if I eventually run out of ammo.
“Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori ... It is sweet and proper to die for one's country.”
Semper Fi
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