Family in the Marines?

My grandpa was a Gunny Sgt. during WWII. He joined the USMC in 1940 so when we joined the war, he would be higher in rank and in more controll of what the USMC sent him. He stationed in the pacific and fought Guadalcanal.  (see more)

In 1943, my grandpa was attacked by a japanese soilder. the man grabbed my grandpa, hit him with the granade (you needed to hit a japanese granade on something instead of pulling a pin) and held it to my grandpas back. Long story short, it blew up the japanese dude and most of my grandpa's back. The medic said it was too late for my grandpa and there was no point in trying to save him. Luckily, Tex, my grandpas best friend forced the medic to help my grandpa. To make the story even shorter, the medic finally agreed, but half way through the drive to the hospital, the transportation vehicle was blone up, killing the driver and a few otherr passengers. From there Tex carried my grandpa a few miles through the battle grounds to a hospital were he was flown to a USMC base on the east coast.  (see more)

He was in the hospital for a year. during his time there he became addicted to morphene because the nurse wanted to read her books instead of tending for patients all night. So she went around and shot em all up with morphene. The doctor told my grandpa he wouldnt live 14 months at the most. A year past and they released my grandpa from the hospital. 20 years later my grandpa saw that very docter. He went up to him and asked "You remeber me? you were my doc durin the war." "Not particularly." the doc replied. "Well my name is Gunnery Sergeant Ben Ridge and 20 years ago you gave me a little more than a year to live. And listen here. Im gonna live long enough to piss on your grave!" Benjamin Forest Ridge jr. died at age 86. 60 years over due. Old enough to piss on that man's grave! (see more)

my grandad was in the army from 1943 to 1987. y dad from 1974 to 2000. i'm gonna be next in 2020 after my college grad. not in d marines, but equivalent in india... (see more)

No really cool stories to tell really but i met my husband while he was in the marines. we met, 4 months later he proposed then 3 months after that he was shipped to Afghanistan. I cried for 3 weeks straight, especially during the first week when i didn't hear a word from him the entire week. He was in the marines for a total of 5 years, and he got out in July of 2006. Now he's trying to take his MGI Bill money and get a degree. I guess he's tryin to compete with my 2 degrees lol. (see more)