He was sent to a processing center in Indianapolis for a physical exam, then to the Marine Corps Recruit Depot in San Diego, for boot camp. It’s going to be hard.’ ” His decision to enlist was so abrupt that a military recruiter asked if he was running from the law. You’re not going to get all this cushy shit that the Navy or the Army gives you. We’re the hardest branch of the armed forces. “They kind of got me with their whole ‘We don’t give you signing bonuses. He craved a physical challenge, and the marines were tough. I want to fight for my country against whoever that is.” His stepfather, a Baptist minister, had given him a brochure for the Marines, which he’d thrown in the trash. “I felt like a fucking loser.”Īfter 9/11, he found himself filled with a desire for retribution, although he wasn’t sure against what or whom. He walked around the beach in Santa Monica, calculated that the two hundred dollars he had left was enough for gas money, and drove back to Mishawaka, where he got his job with the 4-H back. When he got to L.A., he stayed at a hostel for two nights and paid a real-estate agent to help him find an apartment (“A total fucking scam”). His car broke down outside Amarillo, Texas, and he spent nearly all his money fixing it. Our love will find a way.’ And then: ‘Bon voyage, small town! Hollywood, here I come!’ ” “Like, ‘I don’t know when we’ll see each other again. “It was a whole event,” he recalled recently. He packed up his 1990 Lincoln Town Car with his minifridge, his microwave, and everything else he owned, and said goodbye to his girlfriend. When he was rejected, he decided to go to Los Angeles and try to make it in the movies. He had vague ambitions of being an actor and had auditioned for Juilliard, in Manhattan, because he knew that it didn’t check grades. After high school, he’d been renting a room in the back of his family’s house, in Mishawaka, Indiana, and mowing the grass at a 4-H fairgrounds. The only thing to do was run.ĭriver had joined the Marine Corps the previous year, when he was eighteen. Adam Driver, Marine lance corporal, 1st Battalion, 1st Marine Regiment, Weapons Company, 81st Platoon, was aware of these effects when he looked up at the California sky, during a drill exercise, one day in 2003, and saw a cloud of white phosphorus exploding above his head. As the particles ignite, they emit a garlic-like odor and melt everything in their path. When white phosphorus touches skin, it can burn through to the bone. This content can also be viewed on the site it originates from.
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