Memoir Monday: 91-Year-Old David with Memoir Partner Mark Z.

(Written using 7 Memories: Partnering to Write a Memoir)

From the time I was 15, I knew that I was destined to join the Marine Corps. My father was a Marine, and, as a civilian in Boston, he was commandant of the Marine Corps League. My interest in the Marines developed over talks with my father, though he never pushed it on me. For me, the Marines were the Marines, and with the onset of World War II, there was no other branch of the service for me.

I signed up for the Corps while still in high school, under a program that allowed me to finish high school, and then entered the service within two months after graduating. My mother was okay with it, and my father was very proud.

I left for boot camp at Parris Island, South Carolina in 1943, at the age of 17. Boot camp was not that hard, and in fact was fairly easy. I guess that I was physically strong enough, having played football and a little basketball in high school. In fact there was nothing bad about going into the Marine Corps, and the best thing about it was that I had made it – I had achieved my goal of becoming a Marine.