November 12, 2006

Marine Town, USA

By anonymous
My wife was shocked and understandably angry when our 19 year old son, Justin, informed us of his intention to enlist in the the United States Marine Corps Reserves. Maybe it was the man in me, but my own shock was tempered by an inner voice saying, "I wish I were that brave when I was his age". Justin had told us that being a law officer was his dream. He was attending a local university looking forward to a degree in criminilogy. An a acquaintence of mine, Bob, is a US Marshall. He had advised Justin not to expect a degree to guarantee a job in that field. "Specialize", he told him. "Either learn computers or finance or get some 'real world' police experience". Justin signed up and was scheduled to report to Parris Island after his sophomore year. We didn't think he would take Bob so seriously. Justin's first choice was to become an MP in the Marines. We wondered how 'safe' it was. After all, MPs were getting killed by roadside bombs and snipers as much as the 'real' solders....(Read Full Article)