Originally Posted by Rochard

Idiot.

I was one those who had no other real option at the time. At age I was drug addict, strung out, stealing loose change from my minimum wage job at a dry cleaners to get by. By chance I ran into a Marine Corps recruiter I know, and forty-eight hours later I was at Paris Island knowing that my father - and his father before him - had both died in combat as US Marines.

Every day of my life I am thankful that I joined. It gave the morals and values I have today, made me who I am, and I now know that I can do anything I set my mind to.

I never saw combat, so you don't owe me jack shit. But your welcome anyhow.