My father has been gone four years now and I miss him terribly. Here's a short tale of his time in the Marines:
Dad was just joining up and was at the bus station waiting to go to basic training. The DI was giving the troops instructions, no talking, no chewing gum, etc. When dad stepped up into the bus to leave, he heard a “crack” and the guy in front of him came tumbling back down out of the bus on top of him with a bloody mouth. The DI came to the top of the steps pointing a finger at the guy.
“When I say, ‘No mother****ing chewing gum,’ I MEAN no mother****ing chewing gum!”
That’s when dad wondered what he'd gotten himself into. Always proud to be a marine, though.