My former college classmate Henry Allen used to talk about the wonderful shock value of it. He'd drop it into conversations occasionally.
"Yeah, well, back when I was in the Marines . . ."
No way. That was the usual reaction in the Washington cocktail chit-chat. Henry Allen? Of The Washington Post? In the Marines?
Yup. Henry Allen, Pulitzer Prize winner for the liberal heart of American journalism, was a Marine. And he wasn't just a Marine. He was a Vietnam Marine, back when the craziness peaked and the Corps was a young man's way of saying so long to all things safe and secure and predictable.
Henry has carried it with him as so many of us have. It is a part of him and always will be. And it will occasionally be brought out to force a turn in the conversation. Henry knows dropping out of college and enlisting was a crazy thing to do. And he knows he wouldn't trade the experience for anything. It continues to pay dividends.
But there is a price to pay, too. If there is still a little part of you that the Marines lay claim to -- some small emotional well that bubbles up at the sight of dress blues, the sound of the hymn or the memory of some crazy friend -- then the anger is likely to run deeper when you see Marines badly used.
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