Still remember Chief Keith:

You know what's on the bottom of the ocean, lads?

us: Sir No Sir

Whale $hit!

Know what you are, lads?

us: Sir No Sir

Lower than whale $hit, lads!

no pass
2 wks short of graduation..
we get a few hrs..
and just outside of FT Dix's is a place a called..
Ricetown..
we quaffed lots of forbidden liquids..

and the hammer was swift and brutal....
dying cockroaches barfing and others low crawling in same......
just for starters that night....
next morning....
we knew it was going to be a long day......

Rika

You will exercise until I am sweating

"You could fk up a soup sandwich!". Never understood that one.

Stand a little closer to the razor.
Give me 20!
Trainee!
Make your buddy smile (on the cattle cars)
No Brass, no ammo!

Best part of you ran down your mothers leg!
You should have been a blow job!
Oh the good times we had.

I went through Basic Training in '95. I've been to football camps that were tougher, and my mom was meaner than any of my Drill Sergeants. Basic was a cake walk. My stepson is in Basic right now...says it's not Hell, but not fun.

USMC Boot, Full Metal Jacket was the best movie I have seen describing it. and they had to lighten up a bit for the public. There was one many years ago with Jack Webb I think as a DI, it was good, digging a hole, burying a sand flea and then digging it back up. More modern is hey, you want to play tennis? digging a hole, burying a tennis ball and then digging it back up because it's Government Property and you can't just leave it there. Breaking starch on Monday, going directly to a dirt field, laying on your back in formation and throwing handfuls of dirt into the air. damn good fun.

Be happy you did not do it in late 60s early 70s
We were not allowed to flinch out of order.

HA! We were standing retreat (1970) and a gust took my cover off. Nothing I could do about it but got a good reaming for it. The next day the DI duct taped it to my head.

Across the Port Royal Sound from our house is Parris Island where they conduct USMC basic training. Every Friday they have a graduation ceremony that the public can attend. One Friday when one of my kids/grandkids were here we took them over to attend. Pretty impressive and brought back lots of memories of my own time in the service. Thank God for the people willing to do that today!

Army Drill Sergeants, Marine Drill Instructors, Navy RDC, and Air Force MTI’s are a top-shelf breed. They love taking the best young men and women that our country offers and making them better. First goal is to make them a team-member who will do anything to be part of a supporting group during combat. They must also make them better citizens, and prepare them for overseas duty, away from all that they know (Mom, Dad, Suzy RC, Friends, their former groups; keep in mind, most are kids of 18-19 years). They take professional pride of the 8-13 week transition that they affect. They regret that they cannot transform all, as some fail. Not much regret though, as the ones who do not make it usually go home changed for the better. And those who don’t make it would be the weaker-links in combat. Military duty is utilitarian. We currently have about 2-million Servicemembers trained by professional 25-35 year-old NCOs who are of a special cut of cloth. Hooah!, and Ooh-Rah! brothers and sisters-in-arms.

... the late Lee Ermey.... he ad-libbed a lot of it.

Nope....Agony and Misery were the hills names.....I was DI there in Charlie and Delta 15/4....Charlie was in the old WW2 wooden barracks and Delta was across the street behind Bn Hq.
Joe would be all loud and manly singing cadence going down the hills....suckin wind big time on the way back up.

I'll bet he hated all of you regardless of race..... you get very burnt out being a DI....very....we/they are up more hours than the trainee's....and you do about the same things each day.
My favorite.....3 hours straight of D&C on asphalt in the summer time....Joe march's....you get to call cadence for 55 (scream) and march around.

On ONE of ready ONE you Will pivot on the ball of your right foot...…….

thread save.


bring on the booobies.


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I wonder how they avoid damaging their larynx?

Your throat gets use to it if you bring the sound up from deep within....like a singer... but our Mess Sgt. would put out fresh cut lemon slices for us in the Mess hall....worked wonders.

Still remember my Drill sgts well.! Sgt Pitts ( tall one on the left) and Sgt Bey ( short one one the far right) were very cool. Also very hilarious, so was extremely tough to keep a straight face around them. Ran into Sgt Bey a few years ago in a local Home depot. Was walking down one of the aisles and heard an unmistakable voice from the next aisle over. I walked around and was like" holy crap it's him!"He was shocked I remembered him. Talked with him for a long time. Met up for a couple beers later on. That was really cool.

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I don't think Fort Dix even offered pix in 60s early 70s.
Things change.

You are supposed to check your brain in at reception when you join.
And then they give it back when you rotate back to civvy life.


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+1

The amount of hours a ds puts in is insane. Add that to if you're understaffed. I'm honestly surprised more accidents don't happen. Let alone if one has a family.
My cycle was mostly ocs kids and we figured it out pretty quick.

I think my biggest gripe was the females in bct. They got extra privileges, a full bay (with only 25 or so) which left the male population stuffed liked sardines into the other bays, like bunks in the middle of the bay. Hopefully they figured out a better system... Prolly not. But not like I care(d). It was a fun. Wrote my drill's essays for gcu while on cq. I taught my bunky proper English(he was Puerto Rican). I think it's something every citizen should experience. Just like idf

I remember the Drill Sgts explaining that you were only allowed be a DS for a certain number of cycles. If you wanted to re-up as one you had to go for a psych eval. (srs...)


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I hear now. They give you a giant bonus $$$$$$

I know you think that sounds sophisticated, erudite and clever, but nothing could be farther from the truth.

Unless you get stuck at 30th ag... LOL

I think a few of you guys here will like this...
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1984 Fort "Lost in the Woods" (Leonard Wood) Missouri....

Up jumped a ranger from the coconut grove
He was a mean mother-effer... you could tell by his clothes
He wore a three dollar beanie with a two button stitch
He was a hard core engineer... a son of a beotch
He lined a hundred women up against the wall
Swore to himself he could eff em all
Effed 98 till his balls turned blue
Then he backed off, jacked off and effed the other two

A yellow bird... with a yellow bill
Was sitting on... my window sill
I coaxed him in ... with a piece of bread
And then I smashed... his little head

You looking at me boy? Well looking leads to liking, liking leads to loving....

Quit effing around or I am gonna lay some African soup bone on your ass boy!

I want these barrack floors to shine like a diamond in a goat's azz!

Kiss me eff me glasses... AKA Birth Control glasses

Chocolate milk and grits for breakfast

Me and a buddy left our M16's laying against a picnic table to get seconds for lunch at a range one day.... For the rest of Basic and AIT training we had to drop and start counting off pushups EVERY time we saw our Master Drill Sergeant (African soup bone threats) ... He said we owed him the serial number of our rifles in pushups. We even had to drop the day we left for home while wearing our dress greens.

I still don't know what a "master dI" is.

This is my weapon this is my gun....
one is for fighten the other is for fun.

Our "Master Drill Sergeant" was the man in charge of our company. We had him plus 3 other drill sergeants. IIRC there were typically only a couple of our drill sergeants with us at any given time.

Were you a 12B?

It was based on a quote by a recon marine:


"You know what happens when you go back to civviy life?
you get your brain back"

in context of some sgt major *****ing bout grooming standard the day after weeks of daily combat

I never heard anyone say that, but a joke we used to hear was

What's the difference between The Army and The Boy Scouts

The Boy Scouts have adult leadership.

and I was in The USMC so that made it funny

That is Bull crap...there were no painted targets..TRADOC...Training and Doctrine Command has standards and they are the type E silhouette target..OD Green in color.

The guy that wrote that crap is trying to feel better about deserting. People believe that Shiite tho because they want to...…

Yeah, we shoot targets with babies and women with flowers.....what a scum bag that guy must be.

Well...this ought to crack you up then

Marine Corps Mythical History

https://ihatetheusmc.com/marine-corps-mythical-history/

a good read and of course I don't know what if any is true. and then there was the Marines taking back Hue after the Army lost it, or is that not true too. as for money, everybody got stuff before the Marines, we didn't get anything until the Army, AF, Navy was outfitted. I don't pay attention so have no idea how things go now.

and the history was written by ANONYMOUS

Don't take it too literal. The machine gun beatings was the best part tbh.

I know you posted it in that light but I have found too many civilians willing to buy into BS like that.....I always beat Joe with a Howitzer...just took one whack.

Brown? Who were we fighting in RVN? Guy can't even keep his racist comments straight....

We had mechanical pop-up, pop-outs of the top half of men, -maybe OD green?
No indigenous marks as to nationality, sex, or age .
They were made of something that healed the bullet holes as they plugged their own holes.
No face at all.
The looked more like a cutout of shadow.
We had them for target practice and walks through supposed woods and burms, bushes etc.
They would pop out and we had to shoot them in some certain length of time to pass.
I don't remember what percentage of a second was used as pass or fail.
In the Army, everyone has to pass basic DUH...
I was going on to aviation (helicopters) but still had to know about basic warfare as every soldier in the army did.
All the grunt training, basic, in the beginning, did save my arse many times latter.
This training taught us how to drop emotions and do what had to be done under the most difficult circumstances latter.
The first time i saw tracers coming up at our helicopter was almost matter of fact "Tacking Fire!"
Without the grunt basic training, I would have reacted much differently I am so sure.
I probably would have screamed like a schoolboy.

I qualify on these guys. Hit it and pops down.
Lately they've been lazy and using the alternate paper target with smaller silhouettes. Easier to get 35+ imho. Especially with optics.


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USMC Parris Island 1970, at 17, God I hated those *******s, BUT them teaching me how to crawl really fast on my knees AND elbows saved my life twice.

Army Basic at Ft. Leonard Wood fall of 1969with Drill Sgt. Carter (E6) and Drill Sgt. Daugherty (E5) followed by eight weeks artillery AIT at Ft. Sill ending with my getting a 13E20 MOS. AIT was mostly classroom and field exercises. Then 22 weeks of Combat Engineering OCS at Ft . Belvoir. OCS was more than 10x harder than basic - both physically and especially mentally. TAC officers were much more creative in ways to weed out those who they thought would not be leaders. Wasn’t ‘fun’ but it wasn’t a waste of my time either. I learned an awful lot about myself and my abilities. There were lots of good TAC officers but also some sadists. I saw both.