So You're In the Club Too?

By DIA

The life of a grunt. We loved it. We hated it. We're proud of our service and most definitely proud of our time in the world's most feared fighting force, the U.S. Marine Corps Infantry. We forged bonds with one another that can't be made anywhere else; from the sands of 29 Palms to the beaches of Camp Lejune to Hawaii, California and Okinawa, we had each other's backs in bars and clubs wearing our "Death Before Dishonor" tattoos, high and tights, and sweet bomber jackets complete with moto patches.

We covered our brothers' six again when we deployed to fight America's wars from WWII to Iraq and Afghanistan. We stopped the bleeding with our own hands, carried one another when needed, and never left each other behind. We fought and some died for each other. And we would do it all again.

So our Club 03 Series honors the various contributions each of us "in the club" made to upholding our reputation as ferocious Devil Dogs.

Marines assigned to this MOS were part of the assault section of Marine weapons platoons and were responsible for providing rocket fire against fortified positions, supporting the rifle squads, platoons, and companies within the infantry battalion. These infantry assaultmen were trained in the use of rockets, the Anti-Personnel Obstacle Breaching System (APOBS), and demolitions, and were known for carrying the MK-153 shoulder-launched multipurpose assault weapon (SMAW), which was integral to their role in breaching and demolition operations.

You guys are kind of like Bigfoot and the Loch Ness Monster. You might have existed in the past but no longer!

SEMPER FI!