Site de rencontres entre cadresHow are you?! . Now get back to celebrating 241 years of slapping the piss out of anyone who threatens freedom! This would be the first of many times I learned the lesson that enthusiasm swings both ways (a lesson I would forget several times over, through the years of dating Female Marines) You little shit. . After our romantic fetish-filled getaway of duck walking in my underwear for old men and other rituals, I walked nervously into Ssgt Devils office. A soldier was leaning up against his Harley, smoking a cigarette. . Yep, Im that guy. .
Truth be told; the reason that I decided on the Corps was primarily due to their uniforms. Now were going to need you to sign up for six years if you want to drive tanks! In 1995, out of college money, snow melting and a beautiful baby girl on the way, I reluctantly made my way to a recruiting station. Yes Sir. I visited these two recruiters several times over the next few weeks. . I am going to rip off your head and shit down your neck! Ok, ok, well get you there! Uh, sure, I said. . Hop up on this pull-up bar. . Well give you 20k of college money for two years of service. What can you do for us! So, I left Ssgt Devils office with a forced a smile on my face (he was the most intense man I had ever met, I wasnt sure what he would do if I didnt return his enthusiasm) and walked back to the spacious Army office. The one thats not in the club, but who is going invade your space at the bar while raising a glass with your brothers and sistersand then never leave. . Hey, but when youre done there, you should come back. . Sure! Lets see what you can most two. . I think we have something that will work for you. You have to tell him. This would mark the first time I ever cheated on anyone. . Navy and Marines are down at that building. . And looked at me quizzically. Can you tell me where the Marine store is? . I know. As your slightly older, fatter, uglier Army brother or a random Sir with a beard. . 21 years later, I am proud to have served with (in front of and behind) the same bad asses cut from the same cloth as the insanely intense ssgt from my first encounter of that particular breed of human being. My side bitch (The Army and I took a trip to meps.