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Oh sunny californi, how sunny you have never been. Im back and start combat training tomorrow. It looks as if to make boot camp PT a silly little joke, but lots of weapon systems to train on. Very cool. On the way down from salt lake I was blessed by the people of southwest flight 1278. The flight atendant, whos name I have so shamefully forgotten, told everyone about how exited she was that i was with them and asked if everyone would chip in a buck so I could have a nice dinner, $82.00 dollors later, I use the PA on the freaken plane and tell everone how much we all apreciate the support of the people we have volenteered to defend. They all claped and cheared, and the day was won, save only I did not get to eat anthing nice before I got here. But that money will be used to buy the gear I need tomorrow that I would not have had money for! Thursday we toss m67s, i'm really stoked, ill write about it for sure. As for the rest of the post Im running out of things to say so when I have something interesting ill make sure and post it. To all the other marines out there, OORAH! And Semper Fi

Earned the Title.

Thirteen weeks. Twelve of them training as a recruit. Now i'm a Marine, a trained member of the worlds most leathal and effective fighting force. Basicly trained, but still a weapon. Can you hit 9 out of 10 on a 20×40 inch target at 500 yards with iron sights? Or put a full grown man on the ground with a twist of the wrist? I can. Plus I fit into 32 34 jeans. Nice. But more important than anything, i'm a Marine. I have brothers all over the world ready to die for me as I would die for them. I am a part of a legacy of warriors that the world knows, respects and fears.