Wonderland:

Our plane landed in San Diego and we reported to Base, checked in and stowed our gear. Training would begin in a few days. Jungle warfare training they called it. I just called it a big organized grab ass session. We learned a few things sure, but nothing they taught us could compare to the real thing. I do remember a few kind words the Instructors said. It made a lasting impression on a few others and me. He said," All of you Shitbirds are going to Vietnam, But some of you swinging dicks won't be coming home. Some of you will not pay attention here and therefore you will die on some battlefield in Viet-fucking-Nam. Others of you will forget all about your high school sweetheart Mary Jane rotten crotch, and stick your pathetic peckers into some zipper headed Ho. You will die of black siff. Either way you die. Listen up while you are here and you poor bastards may have the privilege of returning home to shoot the son of a bitch known as Jody. Jody is the anti war-protesting commie who was banging Mary Jane, Jody will fear you, and Jody deserves to die. Now Marines, you have something to live for. So pay attention, what you will learn here may save your life.” I thought, Oh yeah! Now that was a deep inspirational message and I would dwell upon this wisdom for ten, maybe fifteen seconds and then it would self destruct. Training had ended.

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