
I know that this may touch-off emotions for some people and I'm not trying to goad anyone into a fight; but we have it really good. Compared to what I'm going to be doing in the next 10 weeks, life is a relative breeze. I'm not saying that I am the only one who works hard or has it tough, but the United States Marine Corps got its reputation because it's hardcore. The training that I am about to commence will be hardcore.
I will be stripped of my privacy, individuality, and free-will.
Here's a little poetry:
It's tough.
It's a game.
It's a tough game.
But all the same, it is tough.
Here's the irony in all of it; I wouldn't trade places with any of you, even on the worst day there. You know why? Because I live for that kind of shit.
I'll see you all on the other side, and when you see me, I might just have an extra bounce in my step.
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