My life is relatively normal, or so I like to think. Not much out the ordinary happens, usually. I grew up in a medium sized, mid-western city. My childhood was pretty much the status quo. But my biggest fear was that I'd grow up, live my entire life in the same city, then die.
Fort Benning, Georgia Here I would train to become part of America's elite fighting force, train to shoot, move and communicate. I would hone my mind and body into a killing machine. I didn't realize that there was more to my training than just learning to become a soldier I hadn't done anything to him but from the way he yelled at me it felt as if I had fucked his wife. I ran off the bus carrying my duffel bags that they had issued me at the reception station.
At first glance, Greg Cope White does not give off the vibe of what you might think a former U. Marine should present. Long hair, stylish round glasses and a warm, witty personality makes him more bon vivant than Jarhead.
I think there were seven witnesses, but I remember only four distinct faces. Inside the courtroom, there were high ceilings, brass fixtures, pews for spectators, flags, and wooden jury benches that rose up like stadium seating. Men in dress uniform stood as sentinels at every exit and by every important figure present. But the waiting room for us witnesses was an unadorned office with a long meeting table. The room was tense.