You Bastards!

In 2014, I left the Marine Corps as a bitter, angry rifle company executive officer. A First Lieutenant, whoop-di-friggin-doo. Arrogantly, I held myself in a very high regard. Why? Your guess is as good as mine. I was peacetime Marine. A one-pump chump. An amphibious veteran with only a few moments of actual operational excitementContinue reading “You Bastards!”