United States Marine Corps. My family has had a very extensive military background, but in all that time, there's never been one Marine. I currently have two deployed cousins (one on a destroyer the size of an aircraft carrier, dark room) and another that has his own medical platoon in Afghanistan. I love hearing their stories and experiences. Both sides of my family are ridiculously patriotic, and I owe it back to America to give my blood, might, mind and strength to show my gratitude for keeping me safe. I will bleed out of every pore before I fail her. One of my favorite other things to do is watch drills, have cadences on MP3 replay, and to practice the national anthem. It's a breathtaking feeling, and I wouldn't have it any other way. The servicemen and women are my heroes, and I'll die before I'll rephrase that. My hope is after boot camp and some hands-on experience to join the Force Recon. It's demanding, sure, but I'm willing to take a kick in the ass for a righteous cause. I've seen selection processes, tried some of their water drills, and am overall hopeful that a position will open up. My cousin patched me through to one of those guys and they're amazing to talk to. All in all, I've been hell-bent on joining for as long as I can remember. It's going to happen, and if I am to fail, I'll simply try again. God bless America, and her protectors thereof.