Imagine being given a rifle, some ammunition, and a bag with your belongings, and treating each day as if it may be your last. In direct contrast to what many have done through the years, I volunteered to fight in a war because I was running away from college. I figure maybe I’d have an adventure and I wouldn’t have to study as much; man, was I wrong, a thousand times over. From the moment I set foot in the fleet of the United States Marine Corps I was tested at each turn. From knowing how to use certain weapons and knowing when might be the perfect moment to flank an enemy position, or withdraw in hasty retreat.