You think that is the way to go until they come home after they hit the fleet and go:
'DAD CHECK THIS OUT - OIL CHECK' then they try to jam a finger up someone's ass, and calmly say "You're a quart low"
Or even more juvenile - they knife hand straight up or down someone's ass crack, and when that person turns around, bewildered and violent, your sons will hold out their hand flat and say:
"Credit Card Approved, Can I have your signature here please?"
Then you'll wish they stuck to innocent things like Crop Dusting. Marines are gay.
Marines are demented.
L/Cpls are especially demented.
When I was a squadleader at 2/6 I had a PFC running through the squadbay screaming with his trousers on fire. He'd been sitting at a table with a couple of my L/Cpls who squirted his utility pants with lighter fluid underneath the table and lit him up...watched him run off in panic laughing their asses off. Of course the fluid burned itself out and the kid wasn't hurt, but those big ass L/Cpls were out raking pine needles for a week.