Bodies huddle together, shivering for warmth as the sound of eager laughter fills the air and crinkling hand warmers whisper through the masses. The first light of the winter sun cuts through white, steamy breath and bare, towering oak trees. Sloshing water slaps the plastic tub where corpsmen stand, prepared for anything. Clusters of U.S. Marines, gear in hand, move towards the stage for a safety brief before crossing the departure line to...
As the sun rises, light trickles in slightly to reveal gourmet delicacies. Above the sound of running dishwater and sizzling chicken, firm commands can be heard being directed from one cook to another. U.S. Marines file into the building, a mix of aromas filling their nostrils. Their eyes scan over the various foods being showcased. The steady tap of boots is heard in anticipation of the main event. Finally, lunch is served.
With increased security at entry points causing wait times up to several hours, Marines with Security Battalion are working to protect the installation while remaining alert to the unique circumstances of the “The Crossroads of the Corps.”
