Every once in a while the NY Times stumbles over the truth. In Winston Churchill's words "Men occasionally stumble over the truth, but most of them pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing ever happened." They (the NY Times) stumbled over the truth with this one, written with humor and honesty by a genuine paleo-hippie:

    Then came the marine. He was fit and spit-shined. “My name is Sangster, ma’am. Rhymes with 
    gangster.” As I remember it, that was pretty much all he said to me; his pitch was aimed at Zach. 
    “The Marine Corps will make you puke, make you cry, and when that’s over, you’ll be sent to the 
    most miserable, dangerous, godforsaken place on the planet. So let me ask you: Why should I    
    let you join my corps?”

The entire article is available here.

Semper fi!