Finding 'Sgt Tyler'

Daily Mail ^ | 4/17/13 | Louise Boyle

[Kartographer]

Victoria said that she had been carried to a medical tent where she was comforted by a man called Tyler.

Tyler told Victoria that he was a Marine who had served in the Afghanistan War. He managed to calm the young woman over her injuries by showing her where he had been hit in the leg by shrapnel during his deployment.

Victoria said that she had been carried to a medical tent where she was comforted by a man called Tyler.

Tyler told Victoria that he was a Marine who had served in the Afghanistan War. He managed to calm the young woman over her injuries by showing her where he had been hit in the leg by shrapnel during his deployment.

[Kartographer]

Sgt. Tyler thank you for your past service and thank for the service you continue to give in the finest tradition of the United States Marine Corps.

'Semper Fidelis'

[MHGinTN]

He was just being a Marine. The Northeastern leftist mind cannot comprehend what these men and women are in their fidelity to our Nation, so they don’t even realize ‘Tyler’ was just being what he and thousands of others just like him ARE, Americans, real Americans.

[Portcall24]

From all branches of the Service, including the Coast Guard which is often overlooked.

[jeffc]

Note that this is not from our lamestream "media". They can't write a story that makes our military look good! Even if they did, it probably wouldn't get past the Lefty editor and/or publisher.

[MHGinTN]

Eggs ackley

[Kartographer]

“Here’s health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we’ve fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven’s scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.”

;-)

[Portcall24]

Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers’ Green.

Marching past, straight through to Hell
The Infantry are seen.
Accompanied by the Engineers,
Artillery and Marines,
For none but the shades of Cavalrymen
Dismount at Fiddlers’ Green.

Though some go curving down the trail
To seek a warmer scene.
No trooper ever gets to Hell
Ere he’s emptied his canteen.
And so rides back to drink again
With friends at Fiddlers’ Green.

And so when man and horse go down
Beneath a saber keen,
Or in a roaring charge of fierce melee
You stop a bullet clean,
And the hostiles come to get your scalp,
Just empty your canteen,
And put your pistol to your head,
And go to Fiddlers’ Green.