The Life of a US Marine

Every day a guy screams his blue out on his face, makes them a trained murderer and teaches them the most valuable assets so that they can return to the house they love. All this is a very complicated process, not as good as winning the Eagle Globe and Anchor and winning the US Marine Championships. This sense of accomplishment and self-satisfaction are personal and differ among individuals, so they can not be measured by mathematics or science. When the fleet becomes a Marine person and undergoes specific vocational training, you are sent to the workplace and you will call it home in the next 3-4 years.

After a month's suicide observation, I moved to the United States and transferred it to a small cell of 6 × 8 feet (about 2 × 2.5 m) that would have bothered me with the rest of my life. US Marine Brigg, Virginia. As a "prisoner" prisoner, the Marines and the Navy have designated me to place it in a very restricted state of loneliness without the approval of a psychiatrist. I am 17 hours a day and will sit directly in front of at least two Marine security guards sitting behind a one-way mirror. I am not allowed to lie down. It can not lean against the cell wall. I am not allowed to exercise. Sometimes, to prevent insanity, I stand up and walk and dance. Because "dance" is not considered a movement by the Marine Corps.

I am a marine rifle; for those unfamiliar with this role, not everyone in the Marine is an infantry. The slogan "Every Marine is lifleman" is a special old experience for Marines. I am one of new sorrowful veterans. Too deep, my transition is not very smooth. Drugs, excessive drinking, divorce, depression and isolation give me a very negative idea. I believe this world owes something to me because of what I accomplished. I was soon noticed that nobody was meaningless except me.