Saturday, May 19, 2012
Last night Mike and I attended a get together with all of the Officers in his Company for the start of a celebration for his Lieutenant Colonel that is going to be leaving. I met a lot of the lovely wives and cant wait to get to know them better.
St. Michael Archangel was the war-cry of the good angels in the battle fought in heaven against satan and his followers. He is known as the protector of a few things but one of them is the Marine. Mike decided to stay true to the bible and get the prayer in Latin.
Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle.
Be our protection against the wickedness and snares of the devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray;
and do Thou, O Prince of the Heavenly Host -
by the Divine Power of God -
cast into hell, satan and all the evil spirits,
who roam throughout the world seeking the ruin of souls.
He really wasn't walking in there expecting to get something so big, because it was lettering though, I guess its recommended so the words don't run together after it gets older. I'm also glad its something other then a memorial tattoo. (like his other ones)(its not for something sad) He was such a trooper too. The ribs are absolutely, hands down the worst place to get tattooed. The guy tattooing was shocked that he was able to sit without a break for a hour.
After Mike gets home from golfing with a few of the guys today, we are going to make our way to the zoo. We literately live 10 feet away from it but haven't been yet. Its Military Appreciation Day there, (free) so it took that for him to finally say yes to my bugging about going.