August 13, 1971: in the middle of the night I was thrown out of a bus and told to get on the yellow footprints in the street. Shaken by this maniacs orders, I could do nothing but comply. Fear stricken, I stood there motionless. My seventeenth birthday was a month ago, and now Im on these footprints. They were identical, same color, size, evenly spaced and all pointed in the same direction. I had no idea of the significance these footprints would have on my entire life. They changed me physically, starting my physical development (I gained 40lbs in Boot). It pointed my moral compass in the right direction. It developed my mind and spirit to be as strong as my body. The wisest decision Id ever made in my life was as a 17 yr old punk from the streets of Utica NY./ Hollywood Fla. The Corps saved me.
Posted on: Mon, 29 Dec 2014 13:39:47 +0000
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