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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One way to look at it. I now feel that, though drafted, the U.S.Army helped me become what I was doubtful about being. The self-confidence a hitch with Uncle Sam confers upon a young persons life is priceless.
Kind of a slap in their face I would think.......
Dear Lurker,
You and the Marine Corps are saving our lives, every day!
Thank you!
THANK YOU.