I walked in, looked around, and the navy recruiter was a really hot brunette, so I signed up with her.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I auditioned in Chicago for Juilliard and didn't get in. I was basically living in a back room of my parents' house, paying rent and not doing anything with my life. I'd like to say it was patriotic to join the Marines, but it was also that I was doing nothing honorable with my life and spending too much time at McDonald's.
I was stationed at a marine recruit depot in San Diego from 1965 to 1967.
She says that I wore some pretty sexy leather pants to that first meeting, but I don't remember.
I grew up in a Navy family.
The brunette phase just came about because I was fed up with this 'Blonde Angel Image'. The rebel in me demanded a new color.
I've been to a number of places and seen for myself the caliber of people who are in the Navy today - in all the services for that matter. This is an altogether different bunch. These people of today are really bright, young, good people.
I can remember loving to recruit. I knew I was going to do my best. But traveling and recruiting doesn't appeal to me any more. It's not as much fun as it used to be.
I met my wife, Jennifer, while sitting next to her on the airplane on the way to England. I was heading to Oxford as a Marshall scholar.
I was lucky enough to meet the Material Girl twice.
I was a Navy officer writing about Navy problems and I simply stole this lovely Army nurse and popped her into a Navy uniform, where she has done very well for herself.