My path toward joining the Marine Corps all began with me not thinking I had too many options after dropping out of community college. I hadn’t really planned very well for the future while I was in high school. My parents didn’t have money to send me away to school and I didn’t really know what I wanted to do so I never looked into getting loans to go away to school. I just thought I would work and go to community college and figure it out as it came. There wasn’t much of a guidance counselor at my high school for pushing kids to try to enroll in college. I guess they thought we were all from working class to lower middle class families so we would either go to work or community college.
I told my parents I was bored staying around our home town, going to high school football and basketball games and working a dead-end job. I couldn’t find a good job and I didn’t like community college so I was going to join the Marines. My parents said I was too smart for that and I should look into the Air Force, there would be far more opportunity in civilian life after getting out after four years in the Air Force vs. spending four years in the Marines. My mom and dad had met at Kelly Air Force Base in San Antonio, Texas in 1952 while both were Air Traffic Controllers in the Air Force, so they were partial to the Air Force.