It’s that time of year, when Marines find themselves home on holiday leave and somehow busier than they were before they left. What is supposed to be a relaxing stay at home turns into nonstop family dinners, running around visiting everyone, and wishing you would have just stayed back at the barracks.
Of course, no one has to take leave, but when you’re a 20 year old Lance Corporal you don’t really think about it like that. Your first thought is always:
I need to get the fuck out of here.
But staying behind isn’t all that bad, since basically the entire Marine Corps is out for the holidays. You might have to check in with your First Sergeant every morning, if he’s even there, but most likely he isn’t going to give any more of a shit than you do about the plan of the day. The only time I ever stayed back in Hawaii for Christmas leave, I ended up with duty once and we had a single formation of about ten guys. First Sergeant didn’t give a fuck. We all went back to our rooms and played video games while saving up for that delicious Terminal leave.
And never forget… Blue shells are the devil’s cock.