Let me first start off by saying that I am not a Marine, but I was raised to treat them with the utmost of respect and appreciation.
Being a child of two Marines I LOVED my childhood and will forever tell the stories of my encounters as a kid with the MP's on base (I was once pulled over on my bike and made to walk all the way back home because I did not have a helmet on).
Now once I started driving, getting pulled over became less fun. I was driving through some state, somewhere, and for one reason or another I was in my dad's car. His brand new, bright red, car. When I saw those flashing lights I truly believed my heart stopped. He came walking up to the window, took my license and registration, and then said "Who's in the Marines?" That maybe had something to do with the GIANT Eagle Globe and Anchor on the back window. I told him that this was my dad's car. He smiled, handed me back my papers, and told me he would let me off with a warning. To this day I try and convince my dad it was all because of my (previously) spotless driving record!
Thank you for all you do.
Semper Fi.
S. Matlack