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The phenomena associated with birthdays in the Marine Corps is second to none. Mention it’s your birthday, someone else’s birthday–even your mother’s birthday–and you will be literally physically assaulted. The birthday in the Marine Corps is a dangerous time, lay low for the day and hope no one remembers tomorrow; lest ye find themselves in a world of angry, blind rage. In a way, this angry hurricane of fist and contusion is the Marines’ way of showing their affection for their fellow companion.
I recall my 21st birthday. October 11th, 2007–Iraq. While I assure you my beating was substantial, I remain confident that it was ultimately out of affection.
In site news, the prints of Terminal Lance #59 are sold out! The prints sold pretty quick, it was a good one. Aside from that, things are well in the world of Terminal Lance. I would like to add that I appreciate all of the emails I get on a daily basis, I try to respond to them but often times I do forget–but do know that I get them and read them all!
Did you catch that? Yes, the reason I am putting up a birthday-themed strip today is because… well… today is my birthday. (Well, as I write this at least–I understand many of you won’t see this until Tuesday Oct. 12th.)
If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go run for cover now. Can I at least get a headstart…?
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