When i was a lowly Cpl, i never put much thought into what i was doing or what it took to get there. I had good times and bad, with some of the greatest people on this earth. But i never put two seconds of thought into what i was doing, where i had been or especially what i had Become. The MC ball was a duty, not actually fun. too much brass and formality. ahhhh. youth is surely wasted on the young.
If only i could go back and NOT lose track of those green morons. I recently lost a good friend, Lcpl Al Zaldivar. His love of corps reminded me just how proud i Really was to have served. I went to one MCA meeting with him and then he dropped dead. Thanks Al, for unlocking something that had been hiding for years. My wife and kids are only just beginning to understand that my packed away uniforms meant more than dressing funny and having a bad moustache… Al, I hope you got choice duty up there.. And thanks buddy, for saving my *ss. I didn’t even realize i had lost such an important thing as being a ‘former.’ The afterlife just kinda hazed over anything that might have happened all those years ago. Semper fi meatheads, one and all.especially to the ones on permanent LRRP.
Cpl Wayne Pedersen, 81-84 “psycho”
2d Radio Bn, Bravo CO