Five and a half weeks
I will never forget my Platoon Commander Captain R. walking into my hospital room the day after my surgery, I was so surprised to see him. He sat in I-95 traffic for half a day so he could see how I was doing in person. I remember the look on his face when he realized how bad things were. He told me he sat the whole platoon down and had a long talk with them about what had happened to me. After a brief visit Captain R. went back to Quantico, but I wish he’d have stayed longer. That was the last time I saw anyone from my platoon.
I wonder sometimes that if I ever do see Captain R. or anyone else from the 4th Platoon staff again, if they’d remember me. Regardless if I ever make it back to Quantico, my life was changed more in those 5 and a half weeks by those Marines, than in my 24 years prior.
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Keep on fighting the good fight. You’ll make it.
Thanks Holloway.
I was at 191 with you, not in your platoon, but in your company. I assure you, nobody will forget you.
Thank you Burgh, that’s nice to hear.
I’m pretty sure you could wangle an age waiver, given your history– they do ‘em for enlisted Marines going through OCS; they should certainly make an exception for you. Good luck!