5 thoughts on “My father (blue shirt) Marine Corps barracks”
My dad was a marine around this time. 78-82ish. When I got to be a junior in high school and started thinking about my future I thought about the military for a minute. My Dad told me “If you join the Marines I’ll crack your head open. In 4 years in the Marine Corps I learned how to shoot a rifle and get shit faced drunk. Neither of those skills taught me shit for when I got out” I will tell you though he learned to orienteer in the Corps. You could blind fold him and drop him in a forest 500 miles away and he would walk back to the front door. I’d seen him march for an entire day through dense unknown woods deer hunting and walk directly back to the truck. Always mystified me as a kid
My dad was a marine around this time. 78-82ish. When I got to be a junior in high school and started thinking about my future I thought about the military for a minute. My Dad told me “If you join the Marines I’ll crack your head open. In 4 years in the Marine Corps I learned how to shoot a rifle and get shit faced drunk. Neither of those skills taught me shit for when I got out” I will tell you though he learned to orienteer in the Corps. You could blind fold him and drop him in a forest 500 miles away and he would walk back to the front door. I’d seen him march for an entire day through dense unknown woods deer hunting and walk directly back to the truck. Always mystified me as a kid
So he was born in 1964-66ish
82-84ish 19 year oldish Marineish here. Can confirm, barracks life brought out the prime goofiness in all of us.
I was an officer in the USMC during those years. Semper fi!
Barracks looked exactly the same in the 2000s