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Yet I Move On
Joining the Marine Corp. ... I arrived at M. ... I spent the next eighteen to twenty hours getting my thirty or so shots, which didn’t feel good, to getting all my uniforms. ...
As soon as I got settled into my main company the real hell started. ... There were weights set at only 5 pounds, to be lifted twenty times and then move on to another “exercise”. After I ran that course I could scarcely lift my arms empty. The pain that I felt was like nothing else I have ever felt. If you have ever picked a wet spaghetti noodle up that is precisely what I felt like, yet I moved on.
As time went on I was moved to Camp Pendleton, which is about fifty to fifty-five miles from where I was in San Diego.
Approximate Word count = 593 Approximate Pages = 2.4 (250 words per page double spaced)
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