I always wanted to be a Marine. Still do.
The idea of a team that didn’t break up, no matter what, appealed to me. I wanted to be part of something like that.
I liked the “truth” that the guy in the movie said I couldn’t handle. (even if he was the "bad guy") That there were ideals that rose above “me first,” things like “honor” and “code.”
But at the time I was age-eligible for the “corps,” I was about six feet tall and weighed 125 pounds and was, at that time, 0-fer in fights in my life. And I couldn’t swim very well. And if Riddick Bowe couldn’t do it, what chance did I have?
This seemed to end the possibility of my career as a jarhead. But mentally, I was there.
As said (by a different guy in a different movie)…a man’s got to know his limitations.
