My dad went into the Army WWII in 1942. Drafted like just about any man then. He like the Military because of the organization. After WWII, he joined The Corps and went to Korea. After Korea he retired as an E-6. He came stateside and started his family. 'Nam was brewing and heating up a few years later. He had to go back into the Service. He signed up with The Marines, as an E-6 and was stationed at Camp LeJeune. After basic and still being Military trained he became an E-8 overnight. He ended his career (30 years) in The Corps.
My dad kicked my butt more than a few times. Only one time did I raise my hand to him. He picked me up (17 years old and not too shabby) and put me into the wall of the garage. While in the wall, he grabbed me by the throat and said, 'If you ever do that again, I will kill you.' He raised me right as did my Mom, and they both taught me well. For that, they have my never ending gratitude and respect.
At 18, I went to the Induction Center. The didn't accept me because I supposedly had a heart murmur. I have been passing US DOT physicals since I was 19, but I couldn't become a Marine .
"Get out of that shitsack you call a bed you piece of shit." All a mind game to see if you can be broken.