The raising of that flag on Suribachi means a Marine Corps for the next five hundred years.

The United States Marine Corps, with its fiercely proud tradition of excellence in combat, its hallowed rituals, and its unbending code of honor, is part of the fabric of American myth.

Why in hell can’t the Army do it if the Marines can. They are the same kind of men; why can’t they be like Marines.

Marines know how to use their bayonets. Army bayonets may as well be paper-weights.

The safest place in Korea was right behind a platoon of Marines. Lord, how they could fight!

We signed up knowing the risk. Those innocent people in New York didn’t go to work thinking there was any kind of risk.

Hell, these are Marines.  Men like them held Guadalcanal and took Iwo Jima.  Bagdad ain’t shit.

I come in peace, I didn’t bring artillery.  But I am pleading with you with tears in my eyes:  If you fuck with me, I’ll kill you all.

Freedom is not free, but the U.S. Marine Corps will pay most of your share.

There are only two kinds of people that understand Marines: Marines and the enemy. Everyone else has a second-hand opinion.