Smile =(

I guess I just feel like reminicing about the good old days. The days I was getting in trouble just being a goddamn Jarhead Marine.



















You can't help sometimes but remember all the good times, even though there is alot of pain. When I think back though, pain and discomfort was what being a Marine was about. That's why I joined, to test my limits, to push myself. If I wasn't feeling discomfort or like I was about to fall over any second, I wasn't training hard enough. This is what makes Marines different. The love for that edge and discomfort. We would grumble about the Army staging area being closer to the chow hall, or that they had better equipment or a better staging area, but secretly we would be happy that we could show off how hard we were at the same time, and still do a better job.













You always need the play time to get drunk as fuck though!! OOH-RAH


























yup the good old days!