About Me

United States Marine Corps: 1995 - 1999

In 1993 I walked into an Army Recruiter's office with a cast on my arm recovering from a dirt bike wipe-out that put a metal plate in my left forearm. The recruiter was at least 20 pounds overweight and close to retiring. I don’t think he was thrilled with my medical condition or me for that matter. I took the ASVAB with him the entire time he told me that I probably won’t be let in because of my medical conditions. I couple of months later I walked by a Marine Corps Recruiter office. I sat in my car for a while wondering what was the difference between the Marines and the Army. I said to my self, “Fuck It.” let's find out. And find out I did. Little did I know the person sitting in the office was a Motivated AF Major. He sat up in his chair straighter, his uniform and haircut was sharper, he was more confident. “How can I help you?” he asked. “I was talking to the Army recruiter and he said I probably can’t go in because of my metal plate.” “Oh, WTF does that FAT FUCK KNOW! We have waivers for that SHIT.” “Do you want to kick some ass?!” I WAS IMMEDIATELY SOLD. Little did I know those waivers would take over a year to be approved. Months before leaving i got a staph infection on my shin, they had to cut all of the infected tissue off my shin that set me back again. The recruiter told me I lost my slot and wouldn’t be able to leave for boot camp until September, it was May. I DID NOT want to turn 21 in Boot Camp, so I volunteered to take a different MOS, being color blind my options were very limited. I ended up just picking 0300, and left for boot camp in June 1995 with an open wound on my shin bandaged up. Because I did this they gave me a choice of duty station. I picked East Coast because my cousin was a Corpsman in the Navy Stationed at Camp Lejeune.

I made it through Boot Camp and SOI with no setbacks and was giving orders to 3rd Battalion 2nd Marines. I checked in to my unit a couple of days after the east coast boots witch was a little odd, they thought I was an undercover NCIS agent. They made me a SAW Gunner and after a couple of really miserable feild ops I felt a part of the team. Through the years they sent me to Chaser School, and HMMWV school. Two weeks before we locked onto the MEU I was voluntold to goto the S-3 shop were I was informed that I will be working there through the MEU. I was an 0311 working H&S company (Semi-POG). I drove the S-3a HMMWV during Battalion Level Operations, and set up that fuckin operations tent (and cammie net) in the field.

We did a short “show of force” operation in Bosnia as a part of the MEU. Other then that just a basic peacetime Marine Corps bullshit. I was FAPed out for my last 6 months of my enlistment to a Logistic Movement unit, were i drove those little white ford rangers and escorted convoys of trucks from Cherry Point back to Camp Lejeune. Holy Shit there is a difference between Grunt and POG units I have been in both. I went on Terminal Leave in May 1999, in June I received a letter in the mail in it a DD-215 and a promotion warrant to Sgt. I’m pretty sure that would not have happened if I was an asshole to the S-1 Marines. NOTE: NEVER BE AN ASSHOLE TO S-1 MARINES!!!!!