I heard this song for the very first time at Camp Pendleton at San Onofre back in June of 1990. I was watching MTV on a television set that was in front of me hanging from the ceiling.I was eating breakfast in the chow hall and could see the shelf through the huge windows . The shelf was an area where we trained , we would hump up to that area and pitch tents and train. It was the school of infantry and I was there for mct at soi, weapons training battalion. Guess what !!!! I had the worst Bronchitis in my life. We all graduated boot camp with bronchitis. Winter and next to the San Diego Air Port GO figure. I picked up PFC there. I was in the best shape of my life . It was a great time to be a young Marine. The Berlin wall had fallen and we were looking at years of peace, not...
I visited Mission Viejo Mall and bought my very first sony walkman and thought I was awesome. I had the Bronchitis with me up until I was sent to my MOS School at Fort Sill Oklahoma, god I loved fort sill, it was summer and very humid and I would run 5 or more miles a day on my own. During black flag days I would run 15 miles with the sergeant major of the battallion, while the army stopped all training, we would hit the road at lunch and watch the army recruits stand up and say they wished they were us. Before all of this happened I was on duty and was coughing so bad I puked right in front of the sergeant of the guard. I weighed 145 lbs. I was dragged to sick bay where I learned army doctors are better than Navy Doctors. I was given anti-biotics and bam! ; it was over, no more Bronchitis. I would love to have stayed at fort sill forever, and had the chance to do so , but alas Sadaam Hussein invaded Kuwait in August and I had to finish my artillery training. When I was there the classes were about 40 marines. I fired every cannon there was , the 105 mm howitzer and the m198 155 mm howitzer , towed and self-propelled , we didn't fire the eight inch . I craved to be in the FDC . But I was slated to be a cannoneer.After the invasion, the classes consisted of over 150 marines. Since I had been a base volunteer I was able to choose my Permanent Duty Station like those who graduated the top of their class. When I fired my first howitzer, in other words pulled the lanyard of that block breach of the 105 I said a small prayer for my soul. I picked Camp Lejeune. SO instead of being shipped straight to the Saudi Arabian desert if I had of went west, I went East and got to see my grandmother on a 96 before we went to Saudia Arabia in December. Gunney trusted me and I was able to travel farther than the 96 hour pass allowed. In other words get back before we left on a plane to the desert. We were getting block leave but many marines weren't coming back and when it was our turn to say goodbye to our families the block leave had been cancelled. Gunney took me outside one morning and sat me down and said to go home and be back before we left to Saudi. He said he trusted me , thus my 96 wasn't exactly a 96. What happened was that I stood guard duty and A-duty for many married marines when it was my time to go on leave. Gunny knew what I did and he gave me leave. I was like that the whole time I was in the corps. I would stand duty for married marines so they could spend time with their families. I was well liked because of this.
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