We interrupt our regularly scheduled entry of Pine Ridge for the following blog. Twenty years ago today I graduated from USMC boot camp. Twenty years. I can still remember most of it like it just happened a few weeks ago.
I'm the one in the green hat.
After boot camp I headed to infantry school, and smuggled in one of those disposable cameras to get a few shots of what life was like in infantry school. The only picture I have left is this one...
That's Mt. Motherbucker over my shoulder. (We called it something else a little saltier that sounds like motherbucker though) We climbed that sucker about every day, and it earned it's moniker.
Following infantry school came artillery school, where I trained to be a Fire Direction Controlman. Part of that was learning to survey with the theodolite, shown here with Chavez and me...
After all of that training, I was off to have many adventures with Delta Battery, 2/14.
Dust devil that blocked the road. We drove straight through it. It felt like being in a sandblaster!
The it was off to the grenade pits. Above is me, mid throw...
Then it went BOOM. I think I blew up that stick.
I love the smell of fresh air at 3000 feet.
Hanging with Dad when we had a family day.
And Mom got to ride in the back of a Hummer. A real one, not one of those knock offs that can be seen on the roads these days.
Those were some good times. Hard times, and a few miserable times to be sure. But mostly good times. I was fortunate to serve with a bunch of excellent Marines. Really good guys doesn't even begin to describe my admiration for them. There are days that I miss being a Marine. Miss the people I served with. But then I remember that I am always going to be a Marine in my heart. I earned that title twenty years ago today.
Semper Fi, Marines. Thank you for all you do and have done. It was a privilege and honor to serve.