Las Vegas; my first post-ROTC military ball was hosted there, so this year I drove with a few Marine friends up to the City of Sin to check it out and see how wet I could keep my johnson. I walked through a hotel lobby carrying a tray full of my favorite alcoholic beverages –wearing nothing but a towel, and ignoring the complaints of my Sergeants and other ‘superiors’. Fuck them; Vegas is for living it up, not being a little bitch to the man. I hope their own lays were miserable.
Division Schools cross-training came next; we went back to Camp Pendleton where I’d become a Marine back in 2003, and learned much more about mortars, demolitions, and anti-tank missile systems. When we had time, we pooled our resources and rented a nice suburban to take as many of us as possible to Universal Studios and Hollywood. Not long after, my vampire-loving Marine friend invited me to join him on a road-trip all the way up the west coast into Canada; Vancouver. Of course I accepted! Finally, when they told our battalion we had permission to go a couple hundred miles off base for an extended (4-day) weekend, I booked a secret flight to Scotland, and oriented to one of its most impressive cities; Edinburgh, castle and giant cannons included. I even met a novice wizard there. True story.
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The idiot Marine authorities tried to tell a Marine combat veteran and genius that he didn’t have the right to go more than a couple hours away from the base on one of his only decent weekends without duty. Naturally I ignored that evil bullshit and went to the other side of the Atlantic Ocean, where I enjoyed a palace and castle in Scotland, among other things, and spotted a girl so beautiful there would be no point in describing her; you would never believe. It pays to ignore the control-freak creeps and go as far as you can. I have. I do. I always will.
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