Teaching Story #3

usmcram:

My first year, when I was activated, I broke the news to my students. I had one knuckle head show up to my classroom during my off period. He sat down and started talking to me. He told me he was really confused about me having to leave. His father is a Marine. Three years earlier he had to deploy to Iraq. I’ll never forget what he said. “Sir, it sucks that your leaving. Seriously, (student starts crying), this is how I felt when my dad had to deploy. It scares me. Just be careful. You’re cool.” If that feeling is what having a child is like, I can’t wait to have them. It made me feel really good that this kid, I had barely known for 2 months, cared enough to tell me that. He graduated and joined the Navy. haha.

He asked me when I came home, “Hey sir! What do you think about me joining the Marines???” To which I responded, “Chris, I wouldn’t trust you with a weapon.” The kid starts laughing and tells me his dad told him the same thing. Now hes in the wing as a mechanic. I’m proud of my students.

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thatblondequeer:

Pretty papa. <3

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  • Chaplain: Let's go my son! God gives us strength to reach the top!
  • Combat Instructor: Hurry up faggits!
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x OMG x texts

thatblondequeer:

Some random pictures from bootcamp.

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ooorahhbitchess:

Lt. Col. Gabrielle Hermes, 4th Recruit Training Battalion commander, inspects new Marines of Papa Company during the battalion commander’s inspection June 11, 2013, on Parris Island, S.C. The inspection is the final evaluation before graduation. Papa Company is scheduled to graduate June 14, 2013.

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current:

U.S. Marine Corps Captain Matthew Phelps proposed to his boyfriend at the White House this week. Why the White House? As he told Stephanie Miller this morning, it was where they went on their first date. And Phelps says his military colleagues were among the first to congratulate him.

Watch the whole interview here, and catch “Talking Liberally with Stephanie Miller” weekdays at 9E/6P on Current.

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RULES FOR DATING A MARINE’S DAUGHTER

fight-from-within:

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early.”

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which features chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. On issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a Black Hawk chopper coming in over a san hill near Mogadishu. When my PTSD starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is me

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x USMC x lol

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x LOL x BEST x USMC