Chapter 24: The Color of Marine Green
I transferred Harrison to another barracks, deciding it was better that way. I tried chanting a few times, but riches never came, nor any more revelations. Becoming a loner, I had entered a void, a place of spiritual dryness. Only I did not know just how dry.
The Marine Corps wanted to keep me. At Nineteen, I was the youngest Marine to make sergeant in Marine history, and already on the list to make Staff Sergeant within three years, assuring a prosperous military career. Where else did I have to go?
"The Marine Corps needs good men like you," a Warrant Officer with flushed cheeks said from behind his comfortable perch like a smiling corpulent insect in the midst of summer. "If you sign up on the six year plan you will get five thousand dollars, the assignment of your choice, and the Corps will even make you an officer one day...if that's what you want."