Born in a tavern, raised through hell and bars.

We marched from Tun to Belleau Wood’s red ground,

We learned to fight, to stand, to never back down.

Boots on the deck, hearts fixed like steel,

Blood in our stories, honor in what we feel.

Devil Dogs by name, by choice, by fate,

We carry the line — we never abate.

From foxhole grit to city lights and streets,

Same hard heart, same steady beats.

Brothers and sisters, vets of every stripe,

We sweat the discipline, we earn this life.

We owe the fallen, we owe the road behind,

Their courage lives loud in the steps we find.

To the young who answer, to the old who stayed true,

To the original Savages — past, present, and you.

Raise your glass high — one shot, one force,

A cigar in hand, on a steady course.

In one pour of Savaje, the spirit runs free,

The fight, the fire — the heart of the Sea.

We’ve earned these scars, we’ve paid that due,

Still damn proud, still loyal, still true.

So here’s to the warriors, forged in flame,

To every Marine who earned the name.

From the halls of heroes to legends reborn,

Fire still burns — TO THE CORPS!

Jason Torrico, Founder & CEO, U.S. Marine Veteran