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Hey im leaving to boot camp sometime this week. I feel very strange. Its a mixture of nervous scared and exited. Does anyone have any motivatinal help for me. Thanks
Phantom Blooper
08-22-08, 04:28 PM
Motivation is within! Grab your bootstraps and motivate yourself!:evilgrin:
Big Jim
08-22-08, 04:31 PM
Hey im leaving to boot camp sometime this week. I feel very strange. Its a mixture of nervous scared and exited. Does anyone have any motivatinal help for me. Thanks
Having those feelings is all normal...the key to it all is to control your fears. You'll be facing them soon and once you do...you'll feel like you have an "S" on your chest!!! Stay focused and always give 110% of your efforts in everything you do and you'll do great!! This is your time to prove that you have what it takes and you will...to your family and friends...but more so...to yourself...once you know what you're capable of you'll have all the confidence in the world and then you'll earn that tiutle and that Eagle, Globe and Anchor...STAY MOTIVATED, SON!!!
yellowwing
08-22-08, 04:34 PM
You're about to do something that few even have the balls to try. Pre-jitters is normal. Remember the Braveheart speach!
sparkie
08-22-08, 04:38 PM
Time to grow the fuk up,,,,,,, Handle it. You ain't gonna be trimmin roses,,,, Time to be a man, your own man. "Course your scared, Overcome, Adapt. Don't make us proud,,,,,, Make you Proud. I'm sayin Semper Fi to ya,, 'Cause I can. Say it back one day. I'll be waitin,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Thanks alot guys i feel a little better about this. Marines give the best motovation
sparkie
08-22-08, 05:13 PM
If Marines ain't motovated,,,,,, The Sun don't come up,,,,, Where you been? Boot.
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
CHESTY PULLER, DAN DALY,
JOHN A. LEJEUNE, SMEDLEY BUTLER and JASON DUNHAM in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
OOOORAAAHHH That speech motivates the hell out of me.