The Few. The Proud. My boyfriend is joining the Marines. Yesterday I was laying on the floor of his apartment watching Interview With The Vampire while he was filling out his application to join. He called me five minutes ago to tell me that he's on his way down to the recruitment office, where he'll be for a few hours, getting all the necessary paperwork in order. The only thing that he added...
Wow. All I can say is WOW! That was seriously one of the most amazing experiences of my life. There's no way I can remember everything, so I'll just have to list few random things as they hit me. 1...again, finishing and smiling! I am humbled, I feel like a super hero, I am addicted, and I love my children for inspiring me to try this and for making me believe I could do it. J-9 is my hero.
...surfing fitness resources: it's the US Marine Corps physical fitness rules. The first half is procedural chuff. A sign of how far the world has come? There are rules here for handling the physical fitness testing of pregnant Marines. That's just so cool. In a war-machine "service guarantees citizenship" kinda way. The actual tests and grades come in about halfway through the document.
: seriously, i miss you fuck, if yessica aint making me feel horrible thers always someone else that is man. Sorry to write like this to you, but fuck who do i go to talk about myself. fuck like i said...i think if you were here i would proaboally just go kick it with you and drink this shit away or maybe even better i could of been out there training. I hope your doing good man take care. Miss you man
...going to be just 15 minutes from the base! I'm pretty excited actually. :) 3. I forgot to mention one part of standing duty I actually DO like. Morning colors. :) I don't know why, but every time my Marines and I go to raise the colors (the American Flag) promtly at 0800, I almost get overwhelmed with emotion. Maybe it's because I haven't slept and my nerves are frayed... but as soon as that first...
Since my knee injury I have been unable to run for long periods of time and also not run quite as fast. This is very disappointing since my marathon is Oct. 26. I cannot go more than 3 miles without...so was my grandfather. I was supposed to be a Marine and fly Harriers. I love flying. I just thought somehow this would connect me to my father in some way. Oh well…
... fat. I want to go into the military or become a police officer. I want to write and possibly teach, all of this is true, but I have always wanted a career in one of the services. Well, honestly it's Marines-or-nothing, but... you get the idea. The thing I keep asking myself is, what makes this different from all of the other times I've thought stuff like this and why do I think I can change now?...
...been you're friend. The only thing you really can do is support him with his choice of becoming a Marine person." And in some ways, 'tis true. I don't want Rich [who is like my brother] to join the Marines. Other than the fact that I'd never see him, I do have a logical reason. Well, I suppose I should start with the fact that I have nightmares. Yes, I do realize that everyone has nightmares, but...
...bothering to eat dinner, but I'm noticing I'm feeling less negative and not really mopey. Still, I'm not in the best of shape for a variety of reasons of my own, and empathizing with others. Plus I have Marines this weekend [and Marine Corps ball in less than a month - I forgot that finding dates for big events is the one thing about fall that sucks]. Fun times. *As in, more than four hours.
...(as in the one before the Sunday of this week), Todd proposed. Unfortunately, not long after, we found out that he will probably be forced to go back to Iraq, even though he was essentially out of the Marines, just in inactive reserves. :'( That little tidbit is what really solidified my decision to leave UCLA even though I got a financial extension. I want to be able to be there for my man as much...
