I quote someone older and wiser than me, who responded previously:

Re: Happy Birthday Marines.
Laying it on a little thick aren't you tough guy?

But what do I know, I'm only the proud father of one US Marine.

The USMC is over 248 years of romping, stomping, hell, death and
destruction. The finest fighting machine the world has ever seen. We were
born in a bomb crater, our Mother an M-16, our Father the Devil himself.
Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life for I am a
rough looking, roving soldier of the sea. I am cocky, self-centered,
overbearing, and do not know the meaning of fear, for I am fear itself. I am
a green amphibious monster, made of blood and guts, who arose from the sea,
feasting on anti-Americans throughout the globe. Wherever it may arise, and
when my time comes, I will die a glorious death on the battlefield, giving
my life for Mom, the Corps, and the American Flag. We stole the eagle from
the Air Force, the anchor from the Navy, and the rope from the Army. On the
7th day, while God rested, we over-ran his perimeter and stole the globe,
and we?ve been running the show ever since. We live like soldiers and talk
like sailors and slap the Hell out of both. Warrior by day, lover by night,
drunkard by choice, Marine by the grace of God.