The
man who will go where his colors will go, without asking, who will fight a
phantom foe in a jungle and mountain range, without counting, and who will
suffer and die in the midst of incredible hardship, without complaint, is still
what he has always been, from Imperial Rome to sceptered Britain to Democratic
America. He is the stuff of which legions are made. His pride is his colors and
his regiment, his training hard and thorough and coldly realistic, to fit him
for what he must face, and his obedience is to his orders. As a legionary, he
held the gates of civilization for the classical world...he has been called
United States Marine.
in "This Kind of War"
