Boot camp

Marine Corps boot camp was like nothing I'd ever seen before. As a new recruit at the ripe old age of 17, I was so wet behind the ears it was dripping. I've always had a knack for learning the hard way. It was probably our second week of training after being picked up by our drill instructors that I made the fatal mistake of asking to make a head call during classroom instruction in the squad bay. My drill instructor, Sergeant Boe, informed me that the only way that was going to happen was if I made like an ambulance and ran around the classroom screaming like a siren with my hand on top of my head acting like a flashing light and tell he was satisfied that I had made a sufficient fool out of myself and let me go! It's been nearly 35 years and I still remember that just as plain as day! You gotta love the Corps; thanks, Sarge Boe, for that wonderful memory! Semper Fi!

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