Why I Love the Marine Corps

Marines are simply a different breed. Always have been. Always will be.

In the moments Ben was debating whether he could hop or maybe crawl the rest of the mile, a man named Matthew Morgan, a Marine who had volunteered to help at the youth event, stepped in.

“(Morgan said) ‘You need help?’ and I said, ‘Sure,’ and he picked me up and carried me,” Ben said.

For the next half mile, Ben held onto Pfc. Morgan with one arm and his prosthetic leg with the other.

Ben said he and Morgan didn’t really speak after their first exchange, but more Marines gathered around and sang a cadence.

As they reached the end and the crowd started roaring, Ben said he felt grateful for the help, but a little frustrated and embarrassed that he couldn’t complete the course on his own.

Young Ben will someday understand that receiving help from a Marine is not a sign of weakness. A Marine helping is a sign of strength.

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  1. Sandi:

    “Young Ben will someday understand that receiving help from a Marine is not a sign of weakness. A Marine helping is a sign of strength.”

    And an honor as well. Thanks for the post which made me a bit misty eyed.

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