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.

.http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1565921216.jpg

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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