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I Selected An Enormous Marine Corps Emblem To Be Tattooed Across My Chest. It Required Several Sittings And Hurt Me Like The Devil, But The Finished Product Was Worth The Pain. I Blazed Triumphantly Forth, A Marine From Throat To Waist. The Emblem Is Still With Me. Nothing On Earth But Skinning Will Remove It.

Why Don't Those Damn Oil Companies Fly Their Own Flags On Their Personal Property-maybe A Flag With A Gas Pump On It.

Out Of War Nations Acquire Additional Territory, If They Are Victorious. They Just Take It. This Newly Acquired Territory Promptly Is Exploited By The Few - The Selfsame Few Who Wrung Dollars Out Of Blood In The War. The General Public Shoulders The Bill.

I Had A Swell Racket. I Was Rewarded With Honors, Medals, Promotions. L Might Have Given Al Capone A Few Hints. The Best He Could Do Was To Operate A Racket In Three City Districts. The Marines Operated On Three Continents.

I Helped In The Raping Of Half A Dozen Central American Republics For The Benefit Of Wall Street. The Record Of Racketeering Is Long... Looking Back On It, I Feel I Might Have Given Al Capone A Few Hints. The Best He Could Do Was To Operate His Racket In Three City Districts. We Marines Operated On Three Continents.