Just Found The Driver

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After being told to make sure my room was spotless leaving the Marine Corp By a Master Sergent Who found me sleeping in the mail room one day. That guy so hated me, but do not think he understood what I did for the battalion. First mail inspection that aced in 10 years with all the littlest of details covered. 16 hours to make sure my brethren got their mail. Deployments, my pet peeve. the things I would have to do to make sure those men got their mail. Made you sick. at the higher ups, but the higher ups threatened me I would be in jail. Marines do not play, but know looking back was not quite that serious but serious enough. My Officer and Gunny get called down as the inspector catches me reading another Marines Magazine. No, was not cocky like that, just busted. The look on their faces at how this inspection was going to be another disaster like it has been every time for the last 10 years. Have to say was sweating bullets with so much brass in this tiny vault. Where the leave papers, boom hear you go sir, documented also. Where the deployment documents, boom here you go sir and told him what I had to do to document everything. He told our battalion officer and Gunny only 25 percent have everything documented like that. I never seen anyone get busted like that and have a mail room squared away like that. Stories rolls deep with the Marines I met in that time and how people judged me as a Marine who was in the mail room that did not give a crap. The true always new, but outsiders, never and always seemed to want to destroy me. Until one of the true did one day. My last day in, cleaning my room or at least swept up. No we going out, put that away I have a driver. I knew the driver. He was cool as heck. Sad to say we got back crapped face. My room was never cleaned and I was late to the airport. Also the night before the cool driver had to dump out 17 beers so me and my old friend could make it through a Marine Corps MP gate. I met this jackass through the mail room. Took pride in that crap and its cool no one new and just criticized, but not the true. The Master Sergeant still thinks I was a dirt bag with some of the highest job scores you could ever get. He lowered them when I left based on how he met me. Fair enough. Do not care, free, civilian soon. Just found old driver from my old friend on Facebook now. He accepted my friend request but think he is still mad he had to dump those 17 beers to keep us out of Marine Corps Prison on my last night. I do not blame him, but what a story.