Marine Justice

Dare I say that Marines take care of their own?
Kinda like cops.
Deep, deep, radio voice....
From the wires of the Associated Press.
Dateline: Augusta, Georgia.
(Sounds like my days as a reporter)
                   A U.S. Marine reservist collecting toys for children was stabbed when he helped stop a suspected shoplifter in eastern Georgia.
                   Best Buy sales manager Orvin Smith told The Augusta Chronicle that man was seen on surveillance cameras Friday putting a laptop under his jacket at the Augusta store.
                   When confronted, the man became irate, knocked down an employee, pulled a knife and ran toward the door. Outside were four Marines collecting toys for the service branch's "Toys For Tots" program.
                   Smith said the Marines stopped the man, but he stabbed one of them, Cpl. Phillip Duggan, in the back. The cut did not appear to be severe.
                   The suspect was transported to the local hospital with two broken arms, a broken leg, possible broken ribs, assorted lacerations and bruises he obtained when he fell trying to run after stabbing the Marine.
                   The suspect, whose name was not (immeditely) released, was held until police arrived. The Richmond County Sheriff's office said it is investigating.

Gotta love those marines.
Reminds me of the time when, as a reporter in Wilmington, I responded one Sunday evening to a report that an incoming Piedmont (before USAirways took over) plane, inbound to Wilmington (NC), had been hijacked. Yep. A Wilmington-bound plane was hijacked by a lone male who demanded that the pilot fly him to Cuba. Back in the 1960's and 70's, as some of you may recall, that was the "thing to do". Go to Cuba. Never could understand why.
At the airport, we got word that the plane was now headed for Myrtle Beach, that the hijacker had been subdued. A bit of a disappointment for us, as we had to regroup and haul butt 75 miles to the Myrtle Beach airport, which, at that time, was an Air Force base. That meant that there was no real way we could get close to the action. But, being diligent journalists, we were going to try.
Then, rejoice! Word came back that the pilot was bringing the plane to Wilmington, as originally scheduled.
A host of New Hanover County deputies and a couple FBI agents, as I recall, were on hand when the plane landed. I'll never forget the "suspect". He was about 50, a little short, and he was bleeding about his head and face as though he'd hit a windshield. 
The real story begins to unfold.
The plane had marines on board, returning from various parts of the country, headed to their base at Camp Lejeune.
Once they determined that this "armed hijacker", who was obviously drunk, had nothing more than a finger in his pocket, instead of a gun, they jumped him, and "neutralized the threat". The hijacker apparently fell to the deck (that's a floor, ya'll) when the plane touched down in Wilmington.
Like I said. You gotta love those marines.