USS Denver, NOV1993, off the coast of Mogadishu, Somalia for UNOSOM II. I was promoted to Corporal and had the honor of being given my blood stripes in a locked NCO berthing area, with the portal windows covered. By the time I'd reached the end of the gauntlet, I couldn't stand or use my arms. I was being held up and carried forward by the NCOs, until I reached the end. After they released me, I crawled to my rack and curled into a ball to recover. At 0400 the next morning, my Staff Sergeant tapped me and asked, "Marine, I know you took it pretty hard yesterday. We're going ashore today, we have a mission. Can you make it?" I stretched out my stiffened arms and legs, pretended to feel no pain and said, "I'm fine. What time do we leave?"
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