The "Summer of 1968." Nearly all people on the streets were in their late teens or early twenties. The "bluegrass aroma of marijuana smoke hung in the air, and the hard beat of acid rock music blared from an open window. There were groups sitting on the payment playing guitars, while others clustered together to smoke a marijuana joint. It was a time of "Flower Children, Hippies ~ the Age of Aquarius.
Long-haired people clad in brilliant motley of denim pants, flowered shirts, Mexican serapes, Navajo headbands and luminious body paint. It was a tme of political protest against the "VIETNAM" war, Draft dodgers, burning the flag, communal living, LSD, Hare Krishna, psychedelia and the broadway play "HAIR."
While news media reported on stories of protest rallies, draft dodgers, rioting and unrest, in the "HEART OF AMERICA" it was quite a different scene.
Young women throughout our country, from many diversified backgrounds and all ages, were saying their last good-byes, preparing themselves for the weeks and years that layed ahead.
These women were "THE FEW, THE PROUD, volunteers of the United States Marine Corps destination ...."boot camp" Parris Island, SC. Serving our country, patriotism, and love of our country was not a choice or decision , but a way of life for us!
"There were times when we thought what did we get ourselves into, how are we going to make it." Marines take care of their own and never leave another Marine behind. "Together" like our brother Marines we made it through Parris Island. We earned the priviledge to wear the eagle, globe and anchor.
We Earned THE TITLE " UNITED STATES MARINE."
We remain "THE FEW, THE PROUD, The Marines who freely, proudly and honorably served their country. The "FEW " who dared to be different when the rest of America was in turmoil. The FEW who loved their country and honored and loved our Brother Marines even more.
To My Sister Marines Past, Present and Future, Thank You for your Service to Our Country and Corps.