Joe Dillon Difference

You’re done! Get out of my chowhall NOW!
October 27, 2025
As we performed a sad rendition of marching, hunched over with our seabag, the first light of dawn began to come up. We “marched” into what turned out to be a vast array of Quonset huts.
Get in my truck NOW!
October 13, 2025
We marched toward an unknown destination. We were ravenously hungry. We were exhausted. And, with the first signs of dawn, it appeared we were just starting our day.
Leaving For Marine Corps Bootcamp in San Diego
September 29, 2025
I had signed the contract. I had taken the oath. Now my Fate was in the hands of Marine Corps drill instructors. They were ready for me. The big question: was I ready for Marine Corps Drill Instructors?
Joining the United States Marine Corps Reserve
September 16, 2025
As I left the South Rim of the Grand Canyon, I knew I had about an 800-mile drive to get me home to San Mareo, California. Given the time…
Northern Arizona
September 2, 2025
With the journey was just completing, I had some semblance of control. I could stop when I wanted. I could eat when I wanted. I could look at my map and chart my course. But during the trip I was about to begin in a matter of days, I was going to have a lot less control.
Detour to Santa Fe, New Mexico
August 18, 2025
My solo 1964 journey is nearing the end. Pretty cool for a 20 year old on his own. It has given me deeper appreciation for what the Greatest Generation did for us.

You’re done! Get out of my chowhall NOW!