Being a Marine
April 25,1975 was the proudest day of my life graduated marine corps boot camp , parris island . M.O.S 0311, and love everyday of it was stationed at kmcas , did 3 west pac’s learned more about life than any collage could have taught me. How many mountain climbers, bend and mother f—ers, could not even begin to count. Every sand flea , the hot sun , the nose to nose bad breath from the D.I , well brothers you know what I mean. Platoon 1027 had a drill instructor named Sgt bell. If any marine had him, please reach out and let’s talk. For some reason could never figure it out. It he love to head butt me in my chest , a tough son of a gun. Hope the best to all my brothers out there, past and present. Hope you learned what I did and took it to heart as the best expereance you could ever had. The ups the downs, but I will always remember once a marine always a marine. Semper fi do or die. God bless , some day you know we all will meet again. And you know who will be guarding those gates, that’s right a United States marine. CPL RJ Miles 1stBn3rd marines.?? My prayers go out to all the grunts , that are keeping us safe so we can enjoy what we are doing in life and being free. Please make sure a brothers got your six. My photo follows along with my camps front yard.