I entered MCRD San Diego on 24 Nov. 64 late at night. We got off of the bus and stood on the yellow prints. If my memory serves me right, one of the foot prints kicked me in the ass after hearing a loud sound that seemed to come from something inhuman. From that point on, my life changed forever. Semper Fi to Plt. 1005, I remember all of you and will never forget you. The Proud, The Brave, My Marines. To those who didn't make it home, your always in my prayers.