When I was 17 I did everything with my brother Daniel. I drank the same sodas, played the same games, and ordered the same McDonald’s set as he did. Cheeseburger with no pickles. Daniel was getting ready to join the Air Force so, we ran a mile every morning. I remember trying my best to keep up but I was too weak though, I knew if I slowed down he would too so I just kept pushing. I remember how lonely that run was the day after he left. I had no idea how he was doing but as I ran, I could feel a bit closer to him. My follower mentality told me I was meant to join the Air Force but, on my way I walked past a poster of a man with a black suit, blue pants and a waist belt which looked like an eagle on the plate. The poster read “If it was easy it wouldn’t be the Marines.” It looked so cool I went home and looked it up. I had never done anything different from Daniel though, I was weak, small, and unfit to be a leader. I ran to clear my mind and as I approached my finish, I suddenly found it harder to stop. For the first time I sped over and embarked on my second mile. My heart cracked as my inner being panicked. I would surely die, I thought as I kept running. I finished my workout and headed to McDonald’s. Did I really have what it takes to be a Marine? The cashier broke my thought. “Usual, no pickles?” I shook my head to agree. I turned and saw the same poster again “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be the Marines.” “On second thought, keep the pickles.”

When I was 17 I did everything with my brother Daniel. I drank the same sodas, played the same games, and ordered the same McDonald’s set as he did. Cheeseburger with no pickles. Daniel was getting ready to join the Air Force so, we ran a mile every morning. I remember trying my best to keep up but I was too weak though, I knew if I slowed down he would too so I just kept pushing. I remember how lonely that run was the day after he left. I had no idea how he was doing but as I ran, I could feel a bit closer to him. My follower mentality told me I was meant to join the Air Force but, on my way I walked past a poster of a man with a black suit, blue pants and a waist belt which looked like an eagle on the plate. The poster read “If it was easy it wouldn’t be the Marines.” It looked so cool I went home and looked it up. I had never done anything different from Daniel though, I was weak, small, and unfit to be a leader. I ran to clear my mind and as I approached my finish, I suddenly found it harder to stop. For the first time I sped over and embarked on my second mile. My heart cracked as my inner being panicked. I would surely die, I thought as I kept running. I finished my workout and headed to McDonald’s. Did I really have what it takes to be a Marine? The cashier broke my thought. “Usual, no pickles?” I shook my head to agree. I turned and saw the same poster again “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be the Marines.” “On second thought, keep the pickles.”

When I was 17 I did everything with my older brother Daniel. I did little more than just mirror him though. I drank the same brand of sodas, he drank played the same games, and ordered the same McDonald’s set as he did. Double Cheeseburger with no pickles and small fries. Daniel was getting ready to join the Air Force so, we ran a mile every morning in order to get him ready for bootcamp. I remember trying my best to keep up with him but I was too weak. I could not match Daniels speed or his energy but, I knew if I slowed down he would too so I just kept pushing through the pain. I felt like I had strapped concrete blocks to my legs however, I managed to finish. I remember how lonely that run was the day after he left. I had no idea how he was doing but as I ran, I could feel a bit closer to him. My follower mentality told me I was meant to join the Air Force also but, on my way to the recruiters office I walked past a poster of a man wearing a black suit, blue pants and a waist belt which looked like an eagle on the plate. The poster read “If it was easy it wouldn’t be the Marines.” It looked so cool I went home and looked it up. I had never done anything different from Daniel though, I was weak, small, and unfit to be a leader. I ran to clear my mind and as I approached my finish line, I suddenly found it harder to stop. For the first time I sped over my end line and embarked on my second mile. My heart cracked as my inner being panicked and in that moment I knew I would surely die but, I kept running. And running until I finished. After my workout I decided to head to McDonald’s. Did I really have what it takes to be a Marine? I thought to myself The cashier broke my thought. “what's up man? Usual, stuff today? Double Cheeseburger small fries with no pickles?” I shook my head to agree. I turned and saw the same poster again “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be the Marines.” I took a deep breath and looked back at the cashier, “On second thought, keep the pickles.”

When I was 17 I did everything with my brother Daniel. I drank the same sodas, played the same games, and ordered the same McDonald’s set as he did. Cheeseburger with no pickles. Daniel was getting ready to join the Air Force so, we ran a mile every morning. I remember trying my best to keep up but I was too weak though, I knew if I slowed down he would too so I just kept pushing. I remember how lonely that run was the day after he left. I had no idea how he was doing but as I ran, I could feel a bit closer to him. My follower mentality told me I was meant to join the Air Force but, on my way I walked past a poster of a man with a black suit, blue pants and a waist belt which looked like an eagle on the plate. The poster read “If it was easy it wouldn’t be the Marines.” It looked so cool I went home and looked it up. I had never done anything different from Daniel though, I was weak, small, and unfit to be a leader. I ran to clear my mind and as I approached my finish, I suddenly found it harder to stop. For the first time I sped over and embarked on my second mile. My heart cracked as my inner being panicked. I would surely die, I thought as I kept running. I finished my workout and headed to McDonald’s. Did I really have what it takes to be a Marine? The cashier broke my thought. “Usual, no pickles?” I shook my head to agree. I turned and saw the same poster again “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be the Marines.” “On second thought, keep the pickles.”

When I was 17 I did everything with my brother Daniel. I drank the same sodas, played the same games, and ordered the same McDonald’s set as he did. Cheeseburger with no pickles. Daniel was getting ready to join the Air Force so, we ran a mile every morning. I remember trying my best to keep up but I was too weak though, I knew if I slowed down he would too so I just kept pushing. I remember how lonely that run was the day after he left. I had no idea how he was doing but as I ran, I could feel a bit closer to him. My follower mentality told me I was meant to join the Air Force but, on my way I walked past a poster of a man with a black suit, blue pants and a waist belt which looked like an eagle on the plate. The poster read “If it was easy it wouldn’t be the Marines.” It looked so cool I went home and looked it up. I had never done anything different from Daniel though, I was weak, small, and unfit to be a leader. I ran to clear my mind and as I approached my finish, I suddenly found it harder to stop. For the first time I sped over and embarked on my second mile. My heart cracked as my inner being panicked. I would surely die, I thought as I kept running. I finished my workout and headed to McDonald’s. Did I really have what it takes to be a Marine? The cashier broke my thought. “Usual, no pickles?” I shook my head to agree. I turned and saw the same poster again “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be the Marines.” “On second thought, keep the pickles.”

When I was 17 I did everything with my brother Daniel. I drank the same sodas, played the same games, and ordered the same McDonald’s set as he did. Cheeseburger with no pickles. Daniel was getting ready to join the Air Force so, we ran a mile every morning. I remember trying my best to keep up but I was too weak though, I knew if I slowed down he would too so I just kept pushing. I remember how lonely that run was the day after he left. I had no idea how he was doing but as I ran, I could feel a bit closer to him. My follower mentality told me I was meant to join the Air Force but, on my way I walked past a poster of a man with a black suit, blue pants and a waist belt which looked like an eagle on the plate. The poster read “If it was easy it wouldn’t be the Marines.” It looked so cool I went home and looked it up. I had never done anything different from Daniel though, I was weak, small, and unfit to be a leader. I ran to clear my mind and as I approached my finish, I suddenly found it harder to stop. For the first time I sped over and embarked on my second mile. My heart cracked as my inner being panicked. I would surely die, I thought as I kept running. I finished my workout and headed to McDonald’s. Did I really have what it takes to be a Marine? The cashier broke my thought. “Usual, no pickles?” I shook my head to agree. I turned and saw the same poster again “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be the Marines.” “On second thought, keep the pickles.”

When I was 17 I did everything with my brother Daniel. I drank the same sodas, played the same games, and ordered the same McDonald’s set as he did. Cheeseburger with no pickles. Daniel was getting ready to join the Air Force so, we ran a mile every morning. I remember trying my best to keep up but I was too weak though, I knew if I slowed down he would too so I just kept pushing. I remember how lonely that run was the day after he left. I had no idea how he was doing but as I ran, I could feel a bit closer to him. My follower mentality told me I was meant to join the Air Force but, on my way I walked past a poster of a man with a black suit, blue pants and a waist belt which looked like an eagle on the plate. The poster read “If it was easy it wouldn’t be the Marines.” It looked so cool I went home and looked it up. I had never done anything different from Daniel though, I was weak, small, and unfit to be a leader. I ran to clear my mind and as I approached my finish, I suddenly found it harder to stop. For the first time I sped over and embarked on my second mile. My heart cracked as my inner being panicked. I would surely die, I thought as I kept running. I finished my workout and headed to McDonald’s. Did I really have what it takes to be a Marine? The cashier broke my thought. “Usual, no pickles?” I shook my head to agree. I turned and saw the same poster again “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be the Marines.” “On second thought, keep the pickles.”

When I was 17 I did everything with my brother Daniel. I drank the same sodas, played the same games, and ordered the same McDonald’s set as he did. Cheeseburger with no pickles. Daniel was getting ready to join the Air Force so, we ran a mile every morning. I remember trying my best to keep up but I was too weak though, I knew if I slowed down he would too so I just kept pushing. I remember how lonely that run was the day after he left. I had no idea how he was doing but as I ran, I could feel a bit closer to him. My follower mentality told me I was meant to join the Air Force but, on my way I walked past a poster of a man with a black suit, blue pants and a waist belt which looked like an eagle on the plate. The poster read “If it was easy it wouldn’t be the Marines.” It looked so cool I went home and looked it up. I had never done anything different from Daniel though, I was weak, small, and unfit to be a leader. I ran to clear my mind and as I approached my finish, I suddenly found it harder to stop. For the first time I sped over and embarked on my second mile. My heart cracked as my inner being panicked. I would surely die, I thought as I kept running. I finished my workout and headed to McDonald’s. Did I really have what it takes to be a Marine? The cashier broke my thought. “Usual, no pickles?” I shook my head to agree. I turned and saw the same poster again “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be the Marines.” “On second thought, keep the pickles.”

When I was 17 I did everything with my brother Daniel. I drank the same sodas, played the same games, and ordered the same McDonald’s set as he did. Cheeseburger with no pickles. Daniel was getting ready to join the Air Force so, we ran a mile every morning. I remember trying my best to keep up but I was too weak though, I knew if I slowed down he would too so I just kept pushing. I remember how lonely that run was the day after he left. I had no idea how he was doing but as I ran, I could feel a bit closer to him. My follower mentality told me I was meant to join the Air Force but, on my way I walked past a poster of a man with a black suit, blue pants and a waist belt which looked like an eagle on the plate. The poster read “If it was easy it wouldn’t be the Marines.” It looked so cool I went home and looked it up. I had never done anything different from Daniel though, I was weak, small, and unfit to be a leader. I ran to clear my mind and as I approached my finish, I suddenly found it harder to stop. For the first time I sped over and embarked on my second mile. My heart cracked as my inner being panicked. I would surely die, I thought as I kept running. I finished my workout and headed to McDonald’s. Did I really have what it takes to be a Marine? The cashier broke my thought. “Usual, no pickles?” I shook my head to agree. I turned and saw the same poster again “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be the Marines.” “On second thought, keep the pickles.”

When I was 17 I did everything with my brother Daniel. I drank the same sodas, played the same games, and ordered the same McDonald’s set as he did. Cheeseburger with no pickles. Daniel was getting ready to join the Air Force so, we ran a mile every morning. I remember trying my best to keep up but I was too weak though, I knew if I slowed down he would too so I just kept pushing. I remember how lonely that run was the day after he left. I had no idea how he was doing but as I ran, I could feel a bit closer to him. My follower mentality told me I was meant to join the Air Force but, on my way I walked past a poster of a man with a black suit, blue pants and a waist belt which looked like an eagle on the plate. The poster read “If it was easy it wouldn’t be the Marines.” It looked so cool I went home and looked it up. I had never done anything different from Daniel though, I was weak, small, and unfit to be a leader. I ran to clear my mind and as I approached my finish, I suddenly found it harder to stop. For the first time I sped over and embarked on my second mile. My heart cracked as my inner being panicked. I would surely die, I thought as I kept running. I finished my workout and headed to McDonald’s. Did I really have what it takes to be a Marine? The cashier broke my thought. “Usual, no pickles?” I shook my head to agree. I turned and saw the same poster again “If it was easy, it wouldn’t be the Marines.” “On second thought, keep the pickles.”