For me and many others, it's the day our patron sinner left the mortal coil like the badass he was. If he didn't stay in Valhalla, he at least dropped by, had a couple meads, and played some mutual grab-ass with a Valkyrie. (Because if ~anyone~ could say, "what're ya doin' after Ragnarok?" and get a legit number, it's him).
His story is firmly centered in the USMC canon. I'd pay money to watch him sit down to dinner with Secretary Mattis, if only to see what books they'd quietly and solemnly geek out about (because they totally would).
A training hall for the leadership courses is named after him at the USMC school of Infantry. More than I'd expected came up to see it happen: those of us still in sporting rockers, those of us who got out sporting beards, weight, sleeve ink, and the other markings of my generation of veterans.
It's doubly an introspective day for me, since it's also the day I almost got my own ticket punched. Knowing that in a lot of alternate universes you're already dead makes for a life more examined in this one.
I've spent the year well, I think. Kept auditioning. Saw my first line in a major feature film. Saw that feature bomb at the box office and kept on going anyway. Cemented my teaching style as much more Bob Ross than Gunny Emery.
"Everyone should have their turn in the spotlight. So we're going to light this motherfucker up..."
I choreographed my first opera. Streamlined a lot of life goals. Decluttered a good bit of my life.
We'll see where it goes from here.
His story is firmly centered in the USMC canon. I'd pay money to watch him sit down to dinner with Secretary Mattis, if only to see what books they'd quietly and solemnly geek out about (because they totally would).
A training hall for the leadership courses is named after him at the USMC school of Infantry. More than I'd expected came up to see it happen: those of us still in sporting rockers, those of us who got out sporting beards, weight, sleeve ink, and the other markings of my generation of veterans.
It's doubly an introspective day for me, since it's also the day I almost got my own ticket punched. Knowing that in a lot of alternate universes you're already dead makes for a life more examined in this one.
I've spent the year well, I think. Kept auditioning. Saw my first line in a major feature film. Saw that feature bomb at the box office and kept on going anyway. Cemented my teaching style as much more Bob Ross than Gunny Emery.
"Everyone should have their turn in the spotlight. So we're going to light this motherfucker up..."
I choreographed my first opera. Streamlined a lot of life goals. Decluttered a good bit of my life.
We'll see where it goes from here.
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