One Hundred And Twenty Marines

I Selected An Enormous Marine Corps Emblem To Be Tattooed Across My Chest. It Required Several Sittings And Hurt Me Like The Devil, But The Finished Product Was Worth The Pain. I Blazed Triumphantly Forth, A Marine From Throat To Waist. The Emblem Is Still With Me. Nothing On Earth But Skinning Will Remove It.

War Is A Racket. It Always Has Been. It Is Possibly The Oldest, Easily The Most Profitable, Surely The Most Vicious.

I Helped Make Mexico, Especially Tampico, Safe For American Oil Interests In 1914. I Helped Make Haiti And Cuba A Decent Place For The National City Bank Boys To Collect Revenues In.

It Is Dressed Into Speeches About Patriotism, Love Of Country...but The Profits...skyrocket.

War Is A Racket. It Is The Only One International In Scope. It Is The Only One In Which The Profits Are Reckoned In Dollars And The Losses In Lives.