In aviation at the time the only difference was the uniform and promotion schedule. We had 2 independent bases, Cherry Point, NC, a swamp and El Toro, Santa Ana Ca where I was capture by a group of girls while being very vulnerable. One's been guarding me for 68 years, 5 kids, 8 grand and 3 GG.
We sometimes need to surrender.
The chances of meeting her is so great it's like winning the lottery 10 times in a row. If I hadn't's are woven like straws in a straw hat. The first one is going to the AF recruiter, the time being lunch time and the Marine recruiter coming to go lunch with him, and me falling for his pitch...
As a general post I’ll post this:If you are young and don’t know what you want to do or who to be, please consider the Military. It will expand your horizons immensely.You will be underpaid, disdained by many, but you will protect America! A few years of your life will not be wasted.You are needed.
Well said. I have had a wonderful life and I feel like I owe it to that little misunderstanding of what I was signing up for. I would have been drafted into the Army anyhow. If I had known I would have ran for my life. It made my life for it led me to my buddy the mother of my babies. Nothing beats.
I had to sign up for Naval Air Weapons school. Get sick and set back 2 weeks, not take my leave coming back from overseas, being sent to El Tore to re-up me, another Marine with us nit taking our leave being a competitive skater and me deciding to go to a rink with him. Her only time being there...
Her girlfriends taking me to her. Me remembering her phone number for weeks. Me with no buddy to go on liberty with, Saving enough of my pay to make a down payment of a car. Saturday afternoon and nothing to do. I found me a buddy. Marines owe their lives to their buddies. Semper Fi to my buddy.