When my recruiter picked me up to take me off to boot camp at 0200 hours, my father made me promise him that I would not get a tattoo while I was in the Corps. “Think about a while; don’t do it just because everyone else is; it should mean something to you if you do it”. I became a Marine when I graduated boot camp in May of 1983. My dad was a WWII US Navy veteran and passed away this past March. So, after thinking about it for 28 years, I finally got my tattoo. My EGA is also a tribute to my dad; since he was a Navy veteran, his initials appear on my EGA’s anchor. He was the anchor of my family as well. Semper Fi and God Bless America.
28 Years After Earning the Title “Marine”…
