lol, yeah. One way of thinking about it is that joining the USMC is like learning how to be a self-harming narcissistic sociopath with rules of engagement and camaraderie that drinks too much. I mean this in the nicest way possible.
Sounds pretty accurate actually. I got told to spit my gum out while I was deployed in a desert. We can’t have nice things. Why does my “professionalism” matter when I’m in a desert filling sandbags?
This pretty much sums up my experience.
Why can’t I put my cold hands into my warm pockets?
Because “reasons”, you see the other branches put their hands in their pockets a lot and we don’t because we are better than them…
Oh, I missed the part where that made sense.
lol, yeah. One way of thinking about it is that joining the USMC is like learning how to be a self-harming narcissistic sociopath with rules of engagement and camaraderie that drinks too much. I mean this in the nicest way possible.
Sounds pretty accurate actually. I got told to spit my gum out while I was deployed in a desert. We can’t have nice things. Why does my “professionalism” matter when I’m in a desert filling sandbags?