In the morning I got up early.  My Marine green alpha uniform was all laid out in the other bedroom, the other bedroom that wasn’t Julie’s.  All that was missing was the rows of ribbons I’d removed after being on the base over a month in the past.  I went back into my closet to get those ribbons, all assembled by an outfit that visited the base and did such work for less than twenty bucks.

I pinned the medal representations to the blouse (as Marine Corps coats or jackets are correctly called).  Thirteen ribbons were all put together, with the rows of four and one ribbon in the center at the top.  Six of the ribbons represented medals for valor, which was why the Chief had likened me to Audie Murphy.  Six combat valor medals were a lot, plus the Combat Action Ribbon for just being in combat.  The two expert crossed weapon medals in silver, hung from little silver bars under the ribbons. Two little crossed .45 Colts and two crossed M-1 rifles.  I’d finally received my promotion to First Lieutenant in the mail, along with a set of silver bars.  I pinned those on, glad to finally get rid of the ‘butter bars’ in brass or gold color.  If there were other Marines at the place Gularte and I were going it was very likely I would be the most highly decorated.  Usually, I didn’t like that but this time it was mission related and that made me feel better.  I knew that I would never come to like the medals.  I hadn’t done the things that were written in the citations that accompanied the awards, although I’d done other things not mentioned.  For the first, and quite last, time I’d been awarded them the decorations were finally being put to good use.

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