Tim Jensen

Any Climb and Place

In a bar—humble, unassuming, and the perfect cradle for the greatest fighting force in human history. What better origin story could the United States Marine Corps ask for? As we celebrate 250 years of unparalleled warfighting excellence, we reflect on a legacy built by the courage, sacrifice, and determination of those who came before us. A wise Marine once said, “No greater friend, no worse enemy,” a phrase that encapsulates not just our ethos but our profound role in the world.

The esprit de corps we share is more than camaraderie; it’s a bond forged in the crucible of adversity and carried forward through tradition. From the sharp standards of our uniforms to the honor of celebrating our founding each year, these customs define our spirit and sharpen our capabilities—studied by others, but never matched.

In 2004, I served within a weapons platoon in the violent chaos of Iraq’s “Triangle of Death.” During Operation Phantom Fury, we missed our beloved birthday celebration due to heavy fighting in the village of Yusufiya. Yet, when we returned to FOB St. Michael, we were greeted with a beer, a shot, and a proper honoring of our traditions. Even in the most unpredictable environments, the Marine spirit endures.

As Marines, we don’t just inherit a legacy—we live it, refine it, and pass it forward. Ours is a culture sharpened by custom, forged in fire, and carried by the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor. It is a legacy I am proud to have been part of. Semper Fidelis.

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About the Author

Ah, Camp Pendleton, California’s own southern paradise—or so we told ourselves back in 1998. One of my fondest memories of life on base was the epic journey from Del Mar to the mainside PX. And when I say "epic," I mean it. Back then, there wasn’t a shopette to save you from starvation or boredom. No, as a young PFC, you had two options for getting around: lace up your trusty Go Fasters and hoof it, or embrace the mystery and charm of the base bus system.

Heading to mainside was like hitting the jackpot on a Friday night. Del Mar had the equivalent of a convenience store that barely lived up to the name. But mainside? That was the big leagues. The bus ride, though long and winding, was an adventure in itself. Rattlesnake Canyon’s rolling hills and sharp turns offered scenic views, and if you were lucky, you might catch sight of a controlled burn or some action on the flight line.

Once at the PX, it was game on. Armed with a few bucks in my pocket and the freedom to spend it however I liked, I splurged on little luxuries—fast food, clothes, and gifts for family back home.

Now, nearly 30 years later, I’ve come full circle. I’m proud to provide products to the Marines and families who shop the MCX. It’s a privilege to give back to the Corps that shaped me—one bus ride at a time.