Rochard Venting: School of hard knocks

[Rochard]

I spent four years in the US MARINES, and I learned more about myself during those four years than any other time in my life. Crawling around in sand and mud, blowing things up, jumping out of perfectly good airplanes..... What a great fucking time I had.

But the most important thing I learned during that time is that anything is possible, no matter what.

I remember boot camp and the struggle it was to get through it. Take the worst three months of your life, multiply it by 100, and that's Marine Corps boot camp. Nothing compares to it. (Army boot camp doesn't EVEN come close. And by the way, I am a Paris Island Marine, not some southern california boot camp pussy!)

My point here being.... That no matter how bad it seems things can always be worse, and there are times when you need to pull you fucking head out of your ass, put your chin up, plow foward, shoot first, take no names, and ask questions later.

I've never felt so fucking alive in years.

A little bit of drama every now and then is good.

Marines goto places no self-respecting tourist ever goes.

[venturi]

Originally posted by Rochard
And by the way, I am a Paris Island Marine, not some southern california boot camp pussy!)

*AHEM*
I happen to be one of them Southern Cali Marines, and I'll take your sand fleas and swamps and total isolation any day of the week compared to Mt. MotherFucker, ReconRidge, and drilling and running PT and hitting the rack every fucking day/night for 13wks watching planeload after planeload taking off of the runways at SanDiego Airport loaded with people that were NOT me leaving. Sand fleas, blah. Slept on Onslo beach one night and woke up with the pesky fuckers all over me. Only nancy boy Marines whine about them.

Other than that, I agree with your post. The USMC was a real eye-opener to myself that I'd have never had without those 6yrs of experiences.

Sempre Fi, Devil Dog!

[Funbrunette]

It's true but it's not always to see the light when you're down! I'm glad to see you're taking a positive approach! Your post sure knocked some lead in my head!

[TheLegacy]

At 13 I once fell asleep at a Boy Scout camp..

after that, dropping out of a plane doesnt seem all that bad

[Don Soporno]

Originally posted by venturi
*AHEM*
I happen to be one of them Southern Cali Marines, and I'll take your sand fleas and swamps and total isolation any day of the week compared to Mt. MotherFucker, ReconRidge, and drilling and running PT and hitting the rack every fucking day/night for 13wks watching planeload after planeload taking off of the runways at SanDiego Airport loaded with people that were NOT me leaving. Sand fleas, blah. Slept on Onslo beach one night and woke up with the pesky fuckers all over me. Only nancy boy Marines whine about them.

Other than that, I agree with your post. The USMC was a real eye-opener to myself that I'd have never had without those 6yrs of experiences.

Sempre Fi, Devil Dog!

FUCKIN A DUDE, could not have said it better myself. Watching those planes take off over and over is agonizing.

[venturi]

Originally posted by Don Soporno
FUCKIN A DUDE, could not have said it better myself. Watching those planes take off over and over is agonizing.

haha! Abu Gh-alphabet's got nothing on the psychological torture they put on us in San Diego. If it wasn't the planes constantly taking off it was the fucking Navy Recruit Depot across the fence line with the doggie-dishes talkin' smack at us. I do seem to recall though that when I finally got to the airport after graduation that them seamen were aweful quiet...

Battalion Bravo, Company Foxtrot, Platoon 2031, c.a. Mar. 1989 - I think I got all that right. LOL
I was "Grandpa" of the platoon, I enlisted at the ripe old age of 24yo. Hell, I was older than 2 of my drill instructors!

Semper Fi, Don! How you been? Any chance you're going to make it to the Phoenix Forum?