Today I’m publishing my #435th blog! OORAH!
I mean, Hooray! It’s also the #245th Birthday of the United States Marine Corps. Happy Birthday to all of our Marine friends and family. I’ve always wondered what OORAH meant. I set to do some research. It’s interesting what Google and Wikipedia tell you. I think you get to decide for yourselves.
They drill OORAH into every Marine Corps recruits brain. There are many, many definitions of its meaning. Depending on who you ask, it means “Let’s Kill.” It’s been common since the mid-20th century. The word emerged in the 1980s and 1990s. One Drill Instructor commented he assumed it was a tradition passed on from Marine to Marine. Many believe the true origin lies with the Korean Marine Corps Veterans. It began as the recon submarine shuttled Marines. The “Dive, Dive” command is followed by the piercing horn sound, “Aarugha.” You’ve heard it in any movie with a submarine in it. That aarugha became a mouthful, and the resourceful Marines shortened it to “OORAH!”
These two guys could be twins! The family genes are strong between these two. Blakes Mom was a beautiful brown eyed, dark-haired beauty. The German won in the DNA, I think.
I would imagine tomorrow at our VFW Post 2503’s Dinner & Band, and Coat/Clothing/Food Drive, I will find a few Marines who will also give me different answers. I’ve just always wondered about it, and thought, “Let’s Find Out!” Dad always told us to look up things we don’t know in the dictionary or encyclopedia. They were cumbersome yet reliable. Kids don’t know how to do that now. “I’ll Google it” is now how they do research. You never know if what you select is truthful or not. “Google It” is now our nation’s chant, our catch phrase over “God Bless America.” I’d rather ask God to Bless America. We need it now more than ever.
The weather today is cold, rainy, windy, and icing slightly. I won’t know, as we’re both home today, all day. I believe it should be a good day for getting some more words down for my book. NaNoWriMo is not going too well. I’m pretty far behind. I’m the poster child for “Slow and Steady Wins the Race.” I have another twenty days to write and add to that total. If I write 25K significant words, rather than 50K mediocre words, I’d rather end with fewer.
Goldie went to the groomers last evening. She is super fluffy and smells so good. She’s tired today from the excitement. Lexie whined the entire time she was gone. Poor Baby. Finally, I got Lexie to lie down in front of the fireplace and she calmed down. She was mad she didn’t get to go; I think.
It’s time to write some more. Thanks for stopping by today. Happy Birthday, USMC. See you tomorrow. Be Kind. Be Courteous. Be Thoughtful. And Wear Your Mask!