Memorial Day: A Memorial to Memories
This is what I remember: I wanted to kill someone. I wanted someone to kill me. I joined the Marine Corps to be able to legally kill someone and/or to be killed as a macho man. No recruiter tried to conscript me or promise me anything beautiful like a GI Bill or a free funeral with burial plot. I did not know about those things. I knew the Rambo and Commando and Full Metal Jacket propaganda and the street gang respect the Marines held. I had to hunt for a recruiter who would even try to enlist me, as all … Continue reading Memorial Day: A Memorial to Memories
