Some say you only have one birthday to celebrate, that is a very true statement. If you're like me and the millions of others to have earned the title: Marine, it means something else. When the Commanding General dismissed our Battalion on a hot, humid day in July of 1993 in "a place that time forgot." Parris Island, SC. I was born again. Born into a Brotherhood of Warriors, Past and Present. It's been over a decade since I hung up my uniform, but in the Marine Corps...it matters not what you wear. You are a Marine. No matter where I go, who I know or what my life journey has in store for me, I will never forget the day I was Born Again. When you earn the title it is yours forever, NO ONE WILL EVER TAKE IT FROM YOU.