Why I joined the United States Marine Corps
Why Did You Join the Marines?
Recently, a young girl asked me if she should join the military. While I am bias, I told her she should go, and that she should join the Marines. That is one reason why I joined the Marines, we were all in the same boat; we all raised our hands to protect and serve our country from foreign and domestic enemies. Marines are the elite of the military, and we have the strickest standard on physical fitness, discipline, appearance and weight, tact, decorum, the longest boot camp by 5-weeks, and we have the coolest uniforms.
I was 16-years old when September 11th happened. I was watching the television when the first plane hit the World Trade Center. Then, my mom and I were watching CNN live when the second plane hit; I'll always remember that day. I was involved in ROTC before I was 14-years old, and I always wanted to join the military, and mostly the Marine Corps. I graduated at 16 years of age, more through determination than from being smart.
My mom sat down on the couch as soon as the second plane hit The a World Trade Center. She put her head in her hands and cried. I was 16-years old, but I thought that it was some freak accident, or that there was some bad storm, even a mechanical failure. However, in this instance, my mom knew better. When she stopped crying, she said "We are under attack, go get your brothers". We went to Wal-Mart to get supplies, but so did everyone else. I was just a kid, but in this chaos, I wanted to help my country.
I love my country, and I am willing to give my life to protect it. The reason why I went to war was so my daughter won't have to. But yes, when she becomes of age I will recommend the Marines, but she may go Navy like her Dad. Heaven forbid. Marines are Devil Dogs, and Sailors are Squids, so she is our Devil Squid.
During the night of the worst day in America's history, I announced I will leave for boot-camp on my 17th birthday. I said, "I am 16, have a full-time job, I will get emancipated and join myself if you will not sign my enlistment papers". I realize now how childish that sounded but I said it in earnest, because I was ready to start my life in the Marine Corps.
That year, my mom took me to 5 service members funerals, to show me first-hand what death looked like, and the consequences for the family members of their loved ones joining the military. I understand it was a scare tactic, but it worked in reverse. It motivated me to join sooner, so I can help out and prevent other Marine brothers deaths. I like to think that I accomplished that task this last time I went to Iraq.
My 17th birthday finally came, and my parents and I signed my enlistment paper the morning of my birthday. Days later, I went to boot camp; then, I volunteered to go to war.