I don’t remember any sewage field but I do remember in October 1961, my time in Motivation Platoon or (Fat Boys Platoon). I remember a not quite starvation diet and lot of PT. I remember a lot of sand in every orifice I had. I remember a group of DI’s who constantly reminded me why I was there. I remember that if I didn’t get squared away and back to training, that the Russians would attack the US and start raping my mother and sisters and kill everybody else. I remember that I couldn’t decide who I hated more, the Russians or the DI’s. I remember In Vietnam that those same DIs made it possible for me to survive 2 tours and eventually be promoted to Sgt. of Marines. That is something I have never more proud of.
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