Marines frighten me
They frightened a whole bunch of us, especially during the first few months.
More than a few of my buddies had absolutely no memory of the first 2 or 3 days of "Shock and Awe"...I remember every damn second, however - including the first night when they bedded us down in some platformed tent barracks and a few maggots sobbed themselves to sleep (as in "What the f*ck have I gotten myself into??") - and predawn when 4 or 5 Drill Instructors plowed in yelling at the top of their lungs, and tipping over the first 2 or 3 rows of racks....controlled mayhem on their part.
"Marines frighten me."
Why, I wonder? Is it because of the steely-eyed killer look, or the fact that they're about the only ones left who know what to do in a bayonet fight?
Semper Fi,
Marines make me cry.