Memorial Day: We recognize the face

Whenever I see a picture of a United States Marine,

I am transported back in time 40 years ago. 

I recognize the face. I am one of them.

In 1982, a lumpy 26-year-old student with a three-and-a-half-year college

degree clawed and crawled his way through boot camp on the edge of tentative tenacity.

Morning wake-up calls - drill instructors slammed trash can lids on the spotless floor,

overhead barracks lights blazed in sleepy eyes like stinging sparks,

the split-second scramble to jump out of bed

or fall off like a bowling ball and stand at attention,

in my underwear, in front of your rack.