So I’ve made it. I am officially a Marine. Three months of
getting screamed at, tortured with physical exertion and bullied have bloomed
into a little flat-black eagle, globe and anchor. I can now not wear what I
want, nor style my hair the way I want. I can now not sit or stand however I
choose. Instead I’ve been instilled with something that is supposed to make me
disdain comfort and style. Yeah, hokay. On the upside I have had “classes” on survival
shelters, first aid and self defense. And best of all I know how to do all of
it while screaming Marine Corps at the top of my lungs. The real fun comes in a
few days. Im not back for goodsies just yet. Only checking in really quickly. I
have MCT (Marine Combat Training) to do. After which I hope to really get back into the
kick of this survival blog thing. Any suggestions for where I should start this
epic awesome journey?
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