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Originally Posted by Rochard
I am a a third generation US Marine. My grandfather planted the seed that became my father and then died in the South Pacific. My father had me, and when I was nine months old he died in Vietnam. I could only imagine what my mother thought when I joined the Marines.
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Poor mom.
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Originally Posted by Vendzilla
When I tried to figure out what service I was going to join, what came to mind was where they are stationed, Marines and Army play in the mud alot, Air Force bases are always in some desert and the coast guard doesn't go anywhere, I ended up home ported in Hawaii
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Right at the time it was crossing my mine was just when things were starting to act up in the first Gulf War. My uncle thought it had the potential to be another Vietnam cluster fuck and urged me not to enlist. I'm glad I didn't looking back, but there was a period of a few months where I was very close. Without a few who had served in Vietnam telling me not to do it, I think I would have. Can't imagine how different life would be today if I took that path.
But as luck would have it, I now live close to Vietnam, and in a city that the US military used as R&R. I always wonder if my old man was over here tagging Viet and Thai whores, and if so, if I have any half breed siblings running about. Then I wonder if some girl I'm nailing is the daughter of my long lost sister or brother. Sometimes it fucks with my head if they start talking about their mom' mom was knocked up by someone in the US military.