***THE OPINIONS IN THIS BLOG DO NOT REFLECT THE OPINIONS OF THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT, OR THE UNITED STATE MARINE CORPS.***
I live in Tacoma Washington. Judson, 22 years of living on this gravity well, spiraling around this nuclear fireball that somehow keeps us warm. Words of description: single, 'out to lunch', Malformed Public duty gland, and a deficiency in moral fiber precluding me from saving Universes. Possibly a dreamer (jury is still out). A bit rude, a bit crude, a bit into myself. Nothing of importance: Don't listen to me, because I am mostly out to lunch, and Mostly harmless.
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My cammies are green or tan, not grey. My arm says USMC not u.s. army. I say Ooh Rah not hooah. I answer to Marine, wear a blood stripe, and had drill instructors, not drill sergeants. So for the love of God, know the difference and stop calling me a soldier. It’s insulting! I earned my title and would appreciate it if you would call me by what I am, before I axe stomp you in the jaw. Repost if you earned the title US Marine and were born on Parris Island….. Semper Fidelis
I can safely say I cringe when ever people ask me ‘So you are in the Navy(Army, Airforce)?’ I have to tell them to stop before they get hurt… It is rather insulting when people make assumptions, how about you wait until I tell you what service I am in… Don’t try to guess, because 4 to 1 you are wrong…