The marine’s favorite weapon is a mark 19 chain-fed 40mm high explosive grenade launcher.
He prefers Ansac cognac to hennesey, but doesn’t drink the vsop of either. The cognac is excellent with chocolate. He doesn’t nibble the chocolate and have a couple fingers of the cognac, he eats half the bag and drinks half a bottle, from the bottle.
The marine also likes campari, but not as much since they stopped coloring it with crushed beetles.
The marine has an office with paperwork, a computer, a phone, a fax, other marines, and pictures of his nieces.
The marine likes the Mingus album where he plays piano instead of bass, the “Oh my jesus” album.
The marine has read the bible more than once, and the U.S. constitution more times than he can remember.
At night, he sits in his living room, with the windows open, even in winter. His third-floor apartment is always overheated.
If you were to walk by his building, on the other side of the street, and look up and catch a glimpse of him, perhaps you would see him grooving to Mingus, or “tradition” from Fiddler on the roof, or pacing back and forth reading Billy Collins poems, or talking animatedly on the phone with a bottle of cognac in his hand. Your first thought would not be that he is a marine.