Five and a half weeks

At BethesdaI 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.

5 responses to “Five and a half weeks”

  1. #1. Holloway on March 2nd, 2007 at 4:14 am

    Marines take care of each other.

    Keep on fighting the good fight. You’ll make it.

  2. #2. Openbah on March 2nd, 2007 at 2:14 pm

    Thanks Holloway.

  3. #3. Burgh on March 7th, 2007 at 4:33 pm

    I was at 191 with you, not in your platoon, but in your company. I assure you, nobody will forget you.

  4. #4. Openbah on March 7th, 2007 at 4:45 pm

    Thank you Burgh, that’s nice to hear.

  5. #5. Teresa on March 7th, 2007 at 7:44 pm

    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!

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