Got those out of the way, alright lets get to the meat and potatoes of this: I personally feel that the Marine Corps is the branch I am least attracted to. They are also tailored for individuals who are absolutely going to do twenty years in the military. The Pentagon is spending enormous amounts of resources on trying to combat a problem at every single level. (For all of you that are about to go off on me about your activist rhetoric and how maybe people shouldn't rape.it..Funny how I'm a MVW in the Marines then right? Some of my friends may disagree with me, like , but I feel that if you want a useful skillset out of an enlistment term, the Navy or the Air Force is the way to go. In the Marine Corps, you are expected to want to be a Marine. As far as rape and other things are concerned, SHARP (Sexual Harassment/Assault Response & Prevention) is THE BIGGEST THING in the military right now. I personally feel that they are doing a pretty good job. I'll just delete your comments without reading them.) Safety starts with personal safety.A large part of not being raped falls on the individual (male OR female) not putting themself in a position to be raped. The military is doing way more to protect their troops than say colleges are. Schools don't want to get a "rape buffet" reputation and have their boosters stop donating, so the vast amount of rape and sexual assaults get covered up or unreported. Now what I would recommend to her is to do college ROTC.Officer life is SO SO SO much better than enlisted. She'll get a free degree, experience military style life, and then receive a commission. He'd give my brother the 1960 Cadillac he had restored. 15, 1999, I got his medals, still pinned to the denim vest he had worn in a Veterans Day parade. It was overwhelming, like taking inventory of two lives — the one he had when he died, and the one that had once been. An invitation to the Sebring High School annual reunion. But this year, I won't be able to get to the Silver Pony Bar & Grill in south Phoenix on the official Corps birthday. But I also got a manufactured home in Snowflake full of his belongings to sort through. Every year, when we leave, I hug my Marines, and every year, Max Henry, who served 1954-57, says, "Same time next year.""Same time next year," I repeat.But today, family and friends identified four new victims as Joe Murray, 26, Talon Leach, 27, William Joseph Kundrat, 33, and Mark Hopkins. Officials still haven't released the names of the 15 Marines and one Navy corpsman who died in the crash.Late last night, another four had been named as 20-year-old Dan Baldassare, Sgt. But today, family and friends identified William Joseph Kundrat, 33, (left) and Mark Hopkins (right) Six of the Marines and the Navy sailor were members of the Marine Corps Forces Special Operations Command (MARSOC), based out of Camp Lejeune-based 2d Marine Raider Battalion, North Carolina.
Parents of future servicemembers soon realize that the compliments and accolades are mainly reserved for those who have chosen to go to college.Even with chemotherapy, his oncologist had given him a year. But my dad had had time to make arrangements and decide what to do with his things. But before I go to the Veterans Day parade in downtown Tempe, and before I meet my Marines, I dug into the boxes and Rubbermaid bins that still hold my dad's things. I thumb-tacked it to the bulletin board next to my desk and smiled at it — a thing, a memory. One night in November, he had walked me out after dinner at Uncle Virgil's house. I considered, what really is in those bins and boxes — just things, or memories? His ceremonial military sword, which had hung, crisscrossed with its sheath, on the wall of every house we lived in as we moved from base to base my entire childhood. The copy of "Grandparents' Memory Book: Did You Really Walk Five Miles to School? I pulled out the denim vest pinned with medals carefully wrapped in tissue and plastic. As the years passed, I found I could let go of more of my dad's things. The framed copy of "Application for Permission to Date My Daughter," which asked, "In 50 words or less, what does DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER mean to you? It says, "This flag was flown for David John Bland in appreciation for his gallantry during the Vietnam War and for his continued gallantry to this day."In that moment, I was D. Surgery then had bought him five good years before it came back, full force and everywhere. So instead, I arranged for my Marines to meet me the next day — Veterans Day, aptly — and we'll drink to my dad and the Corps. It said, "For my baby, love ya, Dad."And instantly, I remembered how one year I had complained that I dreaded Valentine's Day in the office because I didn't have a boyfriend to send me flowers. I must have used the card for a bookmark and forgotten about it. He was 58, and he had had been diagnosed with bladder cancer almost six years earlier. I agreed to give a speech that evening to a group of women in Ahwatukee. The other day, I pulled a novel out of a bookcase, and a small card fluttered to the floor. It was a Valentine's Day card from a flower arrangement.