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I went in the Corp when I was 17. The reason I ended up in the Marine Corp was because the Marine recruiter’s desk was closer to the door than the Navy recruiter. Didn't think my parents would sign and was told I had to have a signature. The Marine recruiter looked out the window and said, Isn't that your mother sitting in that car across the street?” Being kind of slow I said no, that’s not her. Well, he insisted until I finally caught on. Anyway, that lady signed the form and I was in. Thing were a little loose in the early 50's.

Got to Paris Island and had a Drill Instructor who was 6" shorter and probably 50 lbs. lighter than I was. He scared the devil out of me. At thump call, he showed a very strong right. All in all we had a pretty good platoon. Only made one trip to Ribbon Creek.

SHE SIGNED IT FOR YOU!?!? OMG!

Hubby went at 17, also.

I watched the DI's when we were down for graduation. Up close and personal. About a 3' from a platoon. I didn't realize I'd gotten so close. I wasn't that close when I started watching them, but apparently I just kept moving in : )

I also grilled the SDI after graduation, making him assure me he didn't skip a chapter. Man, they something else. Before he left, an old vet told my son to make sure he listened to every word that was spit in his face, those words could save his life. When I grilled the SDI, his response was, "No ma'am, I didn't skip anything, these men will be watching my back."

Was that, perchance, THE trip to Ribbon Creek?