SouthernMex82

I ran around with a few of the brave, actually was one and still to this day.
Got hit and thought my head came off, you niggas is soft when you act like mobsters and such.
Got out the Marine Corps on a bitter sweet note, I miss the raids and kicking in doors, the MRE's with the jalapeno cheese to trade for. 3 in the morning missions with the intent to put some 5.56 through your dome. The smell of CLP as it comes off my hot rifle. The feel of shrapnel slamming you on all fours only to get up and stumble, face first on the floor
Overall I value my experiences, the people I met and the time I spent. Marine Corps for life and because of it a changed man till I die, OOOOORAHHH!!!! SEMPER FI!!!! Finger on the trigger, got you on iron sight

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