My father was a Marine D.I. during WW2 at Paris Island.
One time I did a newscast on the radio and pronounced “Marine Corps” Marine Corpse.
He very nearly disowned me.
He rarely showed it, NEVER talked about but could peel wallpaper with his “Command voice.”
Every time I see R. Lee Ermey I think of my dad.
Compare and contrast.
My thought? I am glad the guy is still alive and can make a buck.
