Two black eye’s

First night at MCRD San Diego. We were all upstairs in a circle, had just stripped down and boxed all our cloths to send home. The marine who was giving us orders had just informed us that our drill instructor was about to enter the room. He told us to look at the floor and not look up and our eyes were not to see his. Well when G/Sgt. C. M. Renfrow walked by me I had to look. I do remember what happened next!!! I caught a clip board right between the eye’s, woke up the next morning with two black eye’s. Semper Fi 66-69

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Back in the Blues again

When I was discharged from the Corps 24 years ago I set out to stay in Dress Blues shape figuring I’d be healthy so long as I was able to fit in them. The notoriously unforgiving form fitting wool coat would not allow an inch of excess flab and in order to get that cruel metal neck clasp fastened, I’d have to remain lean and mean.

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My haircut story

When I got to boot camp and got my haircut in ’67 I also had short hair, not because I was a smart a?? but because my dad, a farmer, just didn’t believe in long hair. I didn’t realize you could dig out the roots with a razor, but that barber left furrows in my scalp. At nearly 72 I still attribute this event to my thin hair. HA HA SEMPER FI TO ALL MARINES HOORAH

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Home Run

Jan. 1982 Myself and three other boot camp Marines were in the barracks for some reason I do not remember. I was an avid softball player and decided that I would demonstrate what I would do.At home plated I started to narrate; I hit the ball just over the head of the third baseman, I took off running to imaginary bases. First, second and rounding third base for home. I hit the floor to slide into home for a home run. It was a perfect slide, I looked up and there was the Senior D.I. for the other platoon. Still to this day I do not remember what happened.

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Back in the Blues

When I was discharged from the Corps 24 years ago I set out to stay in Dress Blues shape figuring I’d be healthy so long as I was able to fit in them. The notoriously unforgiving form fitting wool coat would not allow an inch of excess flab and in order to get that cruel metal neck clasp fastened, I’d have to remain lean and mean.

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