You goes where they sends ya.
My MOS was 0811 - ‘05s.
I was sent over individually as a grunt.
Ended up in a security platoon...mostly sitting on the wire near the rear with the gear except for sitting on the wire at ASP #1.
No C.A.R.
It was what it was...
Fair point. I was on active duty in artillery, then got out and went to law school. My younger cousin was also an artillery officer. When the Gulf came around, my reserve unit was activated, went into Saudi, and then right up to Kuwait. Fired off a lot of rounds and took some too. But my active duty cousin was left floating off the coast as part of the "demonstration". So I got to see combat, he didn't.
Because we go where they send us.
Every Marine is a rifleman, but I always viewed the "REMF" thing as one of the few privileges of being in a combat MOS - getting to b*tch about everyone who has it easier than you further back.
But in the end...all Marines.
I knew a guy who didn’t want to get drafted during Vietnam, so he joined the USAF. One year later he was guarding aircraft at a forward airbase in Vietnam. He was at the outer perimeter of the base on the night that Tet started with a rifle and a dog.