At the time, I couldn't really articulate why I did it.
Now I can. My life was directionless at the time and even though I didn't know it I was craving some real self discipline. I had no idea how to get it.
My next door neighbor was a Warrant Officer who did two tours in Viet Nam and after a few quiet conversations with him I drove myself to the recruiters office.
My dad, who was drafted into the Army in '65 was prettty quiet about the whole thing. "Just take as much extra training as they offer you, no matter what it is. It could save your life someday."
That was damned good advice. He was right.
To this day, I know of only one other person who joined the military after High School. It's a shame. I'll say it to this very day. The Marine Corps most likely saved my life.
Semper Fi.
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When I returned from recruit training in 1985, my girlfriends father and every other friends father who had never served said to me at one time or another, "You know I always thought about joining up." Every friends father who had served, whether for a year or two or an extending stint, slapped me on the back and looked at me differently.
I truly believe, the warrior spirit is imbedded in everyman's soul and is too often repressed. Not everyone can serve, but almost every man wishes he had.
Semper Fi, (18+ years and still having fun)
LOL! It's always best to marry a friend. :)