When I was at Parris Island becoming a Marine, any time our Drill Instructors wanted our undivided attention they yelled.
Well – they must have wanted our attention a lot – because they yelled…
A LOT!
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When I was at Parris Island becoming a Marine, any time our Drill Instructors wanted our undivided attention they yelled.
Well – they must have wanted our attention a lot – because they yelled…
A LOT!
Hardly seems possible. The Wizard of OZ, Santa and the Tooth-fairy seem more likely than to say that 25 years ago today I was eating my first breakfast – having not slept for more than 24 hours – on Parris Island.
My Marnie adventure was just beginning and everything was moving so fast that I had little time to think. That’s not a bad thing – really.
My time in the Marines is a mixed bag of emotion for me.
On the one hand, I spent the required amount of time, overcame all the obstacles, met all the requirements necessary to become a Marine. I walked across the parade deck and was declared a “Marine”. That can never be taken away from me.
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