DD696
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Joined: 7/9/2004 From: near Savannah, Ga Status: offline
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In 1965 I turned 18. In the summer of 1964 I had run away from home and was living with my father on the desert west of Blythe, California. I heard on the news about the Gulf of Tonkin incident. In 1965 when I graduated from high school, I had met a girl that was too be the love that was to last forever - or at least until 1969. College and a supposed heart murmur kept me out of the draft. I enlisted in the USMC on 29 December 1970, arriving at USMC Recruit Depot, San Diego on New Years Eve 1970. The Drill Instructors never let us forget how we had f***** up their New Year's Eve. Anyway, I enlisted with a 4 year Ground Combat Guarantee, and despite all the infantry training I went through, never spent a day in an infantry unit. The question I was always asked was "Can you type". I could, and was a S1/legal clerk for the 1st Marine Division, and later in S3 operations at Subic Bay, Philippines, before reenlisting for computer programming hence to spent four years qt Quantico, Virginia. But, the point of the story is that back in 2002 my brother and I visited the grave site of President Johnson, and I told him I wanted to walk in there and piss on his grave. He talked me out of it, saying they most certainly have cameras in the trees and such, and so I just stood there 25-30 feet way and curse him. Could he have been that stupid? I think not, at this time in my life, but in 2002 I absolutely despised him and all he stood for. Today, so many years later, I have to admit that I was wrong and that the damned hippies and anti war thugs were right. That being said, I still despise Jane Fonda. Is this political? No, it is very personal. Bad times to grow up in. Bad times we just want to forget.
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USMC: 1970-1977. A United States Marine. We don't take kindly to idjits.
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