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A Reserve Marine is America. He is the service station attendant, the grocery store clerk. He is the young man in college completing his education, the dean of students at your large university, the captain of your police department. He is the tool and die maker of your factory, the construction company superintendent, the farm hand, the mail room office clerk. He is also the grizzled Staff NCO veteran of World War II and the Korean Crisis who has, for years, trained and supervised generation after generation of younger Marines.
His ancestors pushed wheelbarrows across the Great American Desert to the Salt Lake in Utah; and traveled to California in the days of '49. His forefathers fought on both sides at the Battle of the Little Bighorn; marched with Doniphan at Chihuahua, and filled the ranks of Blue and Grey at Shiloh.
They moved west over the Cumberland Trail with Daniel Boone; and picked cotton on slave plantations in the deep South. They...