I’m coming out of my room and I’ve been doing just fine, gotta gotta be on duty because I hate it all.
If there’s one emotion to define the entire Marine Corps experience… It’s hope. Hope that shit will stop sucking. Hope that the next day will be better. Hope that the next four years go by a lot faster than you think it will. Hope that no one in your squad got a DUI over the weekend so you don’t get fucked for it. Hope that maybe when you wake up, it’ll have all been a stupid fucking dream.
Counting the days until your EAS date is the one thing that may keep you going, because as they say, the only the Marine Corps can’t stop… Is time.
As an aside, if you find yourself getting out of the Corps and you’re not sure what you’re going to do, just use your fucking GI Bill. Like… Why wouldn’t you? You get to go hang out somewhere for four years and flirt with college girls all day… AND THEY PAY YOU FOR IT.
Too many Marines get out and don’t take advantage of this ridiculously great opportunity. Tuition paid and monthly housing allowance on top. It’s free real estate, guys.
Do it for the college girls. (Or guys, if you rather)