Game: Medal of Honor: Pacific Assault

"Worm. Nothing. Nerd" - these words called me our "wonderful" Sergeant instructor in the summer of 1941.
More recently, the pinnacle of my fears was a bad mark in school. Now I await the Japanese bullets and bayonets.
Remember how I asked the recruiter: "what do I need to do"? I swear to God he looked right through me and said, "Do?! We're Marines, son. Our business is death."
Then there was the train, and the long road to San Diego. I was waiting for corps boot camp.