Maximilian

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Terminal Lance #485 “Mojave Rain”

July 25, 2017

In case you hadn’t heard, it rained in Twentynine Palms yesterday.

Marines have a tumultuous relationship with rain in most parts of the Corps. However, in Twentynine Palms, the story is much different. Don’t believe me? Look at how much the Marines of the desert lost their shit yesterday because of some precipitation.

It rained in Twentynine Palms yesterday. #marinecorps #marines #terminallance #usmc #military

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It rained in Twentynine Palms yesterday. #marinecorps #marines #terminallance #usmc #military

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It rained in Twentynine Palms yesterday. #marinecorps #marines #terminallance #usmc #military

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This was an event.

Can you blame them? Life in Twentynine Palms is so sad that a tiny bit of rain is essentially a base-wide snow-day. So while most Marines scoff at the curse of rain in the field, Marines in Twentynine Palms beg for even just a little bit of water to hit the tops of their covers. Anything that breaks the monotony of the desert is a welcome change of pace.

One can only hope that the rain suppressed the smell of Lake Bandini for even just a day.

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Maximilian

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Terminal Lance #466 “Half Truths II”

March 24, 2017

Recruiters are a weird animal.

They’re one of the only groups of adult men that can prowl high schools for kids and not get put on some kind of watch list. Much like I’ve mentioned that I could never be a drill instructor, I don’t think I could ever be a recruiter either.

Don’t get me wrong, plenty of recruiters are totally normal people. However, there’s something uniquely nefarious about convincing young men and women to sign up for something that makes me uniquely miserable. They’re an easy target for a comic strip because literally everyone in the Marine Corps has had to deal with a recruiter at least once.

For the record, my recruiter was pretty chill and normal. He told me specifically that the Marine Corps was shit, and I would probably hate my life.

Because I’m an idiot, I thought that sounded really awesome, so I enlisted as an 0300 open-contract infantryman.

To each their own, I suppose.

On a side note, I want to mention that there’s a new shirt available in the Terminal Lance Store! Show everyone you belong to a totally rad battalion with our new “Unit Skivvy” available now.

All of our shirts are printed on real Soffe standard issue, OD Green skivvy shirts right here in Southern California by a Marine owned-and-operated print shop.

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