USMC Boot Camp part 2 (probably just the second of many)

      We spent at least a week dressed in our sweatshirts and tennis shoes before we received our fatigues.  The olive green fatigue clothing which would be my fashion statement for the next two years.  This was the old fatigue  uniform with the barley visible herringbone pattern   that in later years gave way to the ripstop garments that came latter.  Like each generation of Marines we would class anyone dressed in rip stop as boots somehow junior to us.  We got a pair of high top boots and a pair of boon-dockers (which I hated because the tops rubbed on my ankles).  We received our full complement of clothing except for dress uniforms which we would receive just before graduation.  All this time we were drilled for hours every day in formation marching, hours on hours of marching.  We dreamed of marching every night.  All this time the drill instructors were instilling the fear of God and DI’s in us we did nothing with out their permission, including going to the bathroom.  We learned to hold our body functions until given a short break.  Training paused for nothing, we cleaned our concrete floors with sand and water and stiff brushes, and in Marine Corps Boot Camp dust did not exist anywhere.  I had experienced three years of Army ROTC training in high school but the Marine Corps way of doing things was entirely different.  I had a advantage over many of the guys because my book skills paid off I knew the general orders by heart already but quickly learned to keep what I knew to my self because the DI’s wanted you to learn from them.  Staff Sergeant Holly, Sgt. Evans (God’s own personal A–h—) and corporal Petty a real P— were the supreme beings in our limited world.  We moved to their heartbeat.  We received three balanced meals aday and ate what we were given no questions asked When we dumped our trays one of them was standing there to make sure we threw nothing away we did not like.  They ran us until we dropped and then ran us some more.  They did their best to break us down mentally and physically and then proceeded to build us into the Marine Corps image of a fighting.  The first thing Staff Sergeant Holly said to us was “Right now you are two inches lower than whale shit!!!!” “When I’m through with you you will be the lowest paid professional killer in the world.”  When I fell into my bunk at night I was too exhausted to blink before I was asleep.  In the early weeks you could usually hear some one sobbing in the dark, no one ever made comment about it because we all sympathised with who ever it was.  Fro many of us it was the first time we had any experience living with guys of other races.  We had a mixture of Whites, Blacks, Mexican, a few Oriental, three big Samoans and my first Native American friend a big Navajo kid named Raymond.  We had a Russian from Michigan, A Jew from New Jersey,  a German from Idaho, Cousins from Indiana. and brothers from Kentucky andthe Broncs.  We had to learn to live and work together, we were all kids 17-19. the old guy of the bunch was 22 year old.  The Greek wore thick glasses and had such a heavy beard he had to shave twice a day and was 19.  The one guy we all were Leary of was a small thick glassed guy who talked to no one and sat alone in a corner with a small smooth stone he had found and sharped his bayonet every night.  He later on a year or so later would flip out on guard duty around the fuel dump, challenged the officer of the day and start shooting at anyone he saw, some how he had got hold of a full cartridge belt of ammo, we were only issued one clip of eight rounds which we did not load into our weapons.  As I recall he held the fuel dump until he finally ran out of ammo hours later.  Of course he was found to be mentally incompetent something we knew in boot camp.  We had our squabbles but learned to become a team somehow.  We had our overweight guys they tried to run the weight off of.  Then there was the tall kid from Michigan at least six four and skinny as a rail with the worst set of knock knees I have ever seen, I never knew what became of most of them after boot camp and individual combat training which came later.  There was six squads of twelve men in a platoon.  Each squad made up of three fire teams of four.  With a platoon leader and a guidon carrier  a total of seventy four men in a platoon.  All under the command of three DI’s most of the time there was only one DI with us but he had complete control with a iron fist.  This was the make up of my world for sixteen weeks of my early life.  Next time I’ll get into the meat of becoming a Marine right now my little furry DI is demanding attention so gotta hop the rails and tend to her needs ramblingbob   

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One Response to “USMC Boot Camp part 2 (probably just the second of many)”

  1. USMC owns me already Says:

    man that guy sounds like gomer pyle almost i hope no crazies are in the company im in. my friend Jacob phillips (hes a e3 lance corp right now) was the one that got me in and my best friend david tracy is going to join up with me on the buddy system. i got a 93 on the asvab pretest and he only got a 45 so i dont know if well be doing the same things
    alright love you lots and hope ya’ll are proud of me for doing something for you guys and our country and finally getting straitened out you know😉
    jeremy

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