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That’s okay. There’s nothing good past that gate. Just the crushed hopes and shattered dreams of grunts and SOI students.
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My friend stationed there tell’s me it’s “Not nearly as bad as you’d think.”
Not sure whether or not I believe him.
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Perspective matters here. One of the things the Marine Corps quickly teaches you is that hope is the first step on the road to disappointment, so active-duty Marines go about with no expectation of things not sucking. It is just a matter of how much at any given time.
That said, there are worse places to play Marine.
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Hi sm70, I’m sorry that I’m trying to contact you through commenting. I was wondering if I could use a photo you submitted for the Top 10 Automobile Design Flaws back in November of 2015 for an academic project for my high school class. The project is on automobile cup holder design flaws and I need to be thorough and provide examples of past flawed implementation and design and prototype a solution. Your photo would be a great example.
If you’re fine with me using the photo, would you also mind specifying the Audi model you were in? Thanks.
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Haha, I remember that article! The car was a 2001 Audi A8L, you are welcome to use the picture. Interesting subject for a project...
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Reminds me of a time I was in college. The orchestra was playing a gig in Richmond (we were in Norfolk, about 90 minutes away) and I was driving the equipment van. Which meant that me and two other guys rode together and worked on a case of beer along the way (I know, we were in college, learn from your mistakes, etc). Anyway, we all had to take a mighty piss, so we pulled of I-64 at the first exit we saw and found ourselves on a road directly to the gate of the Yorktown Naval Weapons Station , you know, the place where they store all the bombs and missiles and generally exploding stuff for the Navy. We came up to the gate (in a big U Haul truck—this was 1985, but still), and stopped at the gate. The guard asked us why we were there, so we told him we had to take a mighty piss. He had a good laugh and said we could use the john in the guard house (like I said, 1985). But first, turn the truck around. So I went through the gate to turn around and he came running after us with his pistol drawn, yelling that if I went any farther he was going to shoot me. So I got it turned around, we had our piss, and a good laugh, and headed on our way.