When I was seventeen, I joined the Marines, naïve to the world outside Rockford, Illinois. One day I had seen a Marine recruiter walk past the open door of my high school classroom, and while I didn’t know exactly what he represented (my mother was a hippie and banned military talk in our home), I knew it was my ticket to a better life.
"Witch Hunts of the Military--Joy Parrish,"
Journal of Military Experience: Vol. 2
, Article 79.
Available at: http://encompass.eku.edu/jme/vol2/iss2/79