I did my first four in the Corps, loved it. Until I found shitbird NCOs and officers. So I left for Army spec ops, guess what I found, a fuck load of other pissed off marines in army uniforms. Nothing against the Corps, made me an incredible soldier. Love the institution, just not the extreme asshole loadout, the ruck and 782 is heavy enough, don't need to hump more weight. When I finally ran my own teams in the army, I treated my team and platoon bros, simply as bros. Eventually I made it in rank and had real time, two decades. I took those new joints and made them feel welcome, and turned them into fuckin killers. We did everything together.
Some of those boys never had a daddy, I quickly became that, and we had trust and love. i could had the keys to one of my bikes, or my classic cars or my truck to one of those kids, they'd have it back spotless by Monday, they'd beam and say Mike(in private) or Sergeant we had a hell of a weekend.I'd be like, hey draw weps, were going on a hump, ya'll ready for Monday?