Reflection

The last five years of my life have been interesting to say the very least. I enlisted in the Marine Corps and went to boot camp when i was only 17. Since then, I've been on two tours to Iraq and have visited various parts of the world. To say that I joined for the adventure would be a lie. To say I joined for education benefits might sound reasonable but realistically, education was the LAST thing on my mind. I joined to serve my country in a time of need. Yeah, it sounds pretty cliche or corny if you will, but I really wanted to do my part in serving this country. Granted even before the 9/11 attacks I considered enlisting after seeing a complete douche bag enlist and come back a disciplined role model that I honestly looked up to.

It's been over half a decade now and I'm 23 years old. I've made some good friends along the way that I continue to keep in touch with and I've learned a lot about life in general. I've grown mentally, spiritually, and physically (well...Marine muscles are deteriorating now due to lack of gym time!) and to look back it was totally worth it. Semper Fi! wait...is too early to be a motard?