Make some noise boys
It was a Tuesday when I left my home in 1985. The days after that just seemed to run together. A new term entered into my lexicon “hurry up and wait”. One that still stirs up memories of “what the fuck did I get myself into.” I only cryied one time in those three months. I held the tears back and deep. It was February 14 1986. I had made it. I was a Marine.