WISE journal 3

   Okay, so last night had almost nothing to do with the Marines whatsoever; however, this is about our experience. Last night I went to the races in miami off route 27 countyline drag racing. I went with my little brother and my sister's boyfriend. Anyway, I ended up losing the first race, and the host trying to make the races fun decides to interview me. My brother told him to take it easy on me because I am a Marine. yes, he lied mostly I am not a Marine- yet. So he pulls me over and tells me to get out of the car. Then he continues to say, "although George here is a terrible driver, he is our very own United States Marine," and the crowd begins to clap and cheer. The amount of pride I felt at that very moment was immense. People, strangers at that, clapping for me for doing something many people can't do. For doing something that is bigger than myself. I just thought it would make a good journal.