Terminal Lance #454 “Double Life”

January 24, 2017

If you believed the illusion of going home on leave, you’d think being a Marine is a glorious task gifted from the gods. You come home for the first time in that new uniform, with a tight haircut and a fresh shave with a splash of Cobra 65 and you’d think you actually were some kind of a hero. Little does your family and high school sweetheart know, you haven’t really done much of anything besides pass the fuck out on the Reaper hike and get a thermometer shoved up your asshole by an eager Corpsman.

Still, we all keep the myth alive. Don’t get me wrong, you do occasionally do some pretty neat shit. I’ve fired all kinds of rockets and machine-guns, and I’ve flown on helicopters across the vast deserts of the middle east in enemy territory. But this generally remains about 1% of the job. For some, that 1% is enough to make up for the 99% of mundanity and general all-around awfulness.

For the others, there’s always the Post 9/11 GI Bill.

On a side note, don’t freak out about the color, I’m just messing around with it. Well, there’s a lot more color content coming soon, but I can’t talk about it yet… If you follow TL on Instagram, you’ll probably come across some of the work in progress over here posted to the story. Stay tuned for more TL!



Terminal Lance #450 “Left Behind”

December 20, 2016

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.