Not your grand dad’s recruiter

I’ve told a story of recruiting from the good ol’ days once before. Recently I was regaled with a tale of Marine recruiting from WWII and thought I’d share.

As the Second World War was winding down, this young gentleman went down to the draft board as was his duty.  He’d always had bad eyesight and wore huge soda bottle lens eye glasses. The doctors told him he was 4F on account of his terrible vision.

Determined to serve, the young man marched down to the Marine recruiting office to enlist. At a bodyweight of 135lbs you can imagine the imposing figure he cut as he swaggered toward his destination.

A Marine in dress blues stood outside the recruiting office, no doubt scanning the passing crowd for likely candidates. As the young man approached, the Marine took quick stock of him.

“What ya want sonny?” said the Marine.

“Well, I want to join the Marines,” replied our hero.

“The Marines want men, not boys. Run along kid.”

Ah well, all’s well that ends well I guess.

Semper Fidelis!
America’s SgtMaj

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