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Saturday, November 7. 2009
There is nothing in the world like a USMC Drill Sargeant. The three guys here are great, but the third and final guy is the most musical. I could run all day listening to that.
This via Tiger, Jules, Villainous and many others who are drumming up support for Project Valour.
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I could run all day listening to that.
I don't know about all day, but certainly 3 miles or so.
I think back on my own experience at Parris Island at the advanced age of 63 and while I hated it at the time, I remember it all fondly now.
Thanks for the memories.
Tom: You and I probably went through PI at about the same time, I turning 62 this month.
Yes, the new cadences are stirring. They also stir recall of our cadences, full of funnies about what the "Jodies" were doing with our girlfriends back home, and "I've got a girl who..." chants that are not PC.
I didn't hate PI at the time. Indeed, I barely remember the first few weeks of dawn to late training, the training that then and now transformed us, created a can-do, capable warrior, a Marine. I'm sure that consciousness has served you well since.
My neighbor's son is entering PLC this summer, to become a Marine officer. I told his mother that her son will have the heaviest and most challenging responsibility possible to live up to, if he can, leading Marines and being responsible for their lives. Marine officer training will determine if he is up to that. Only the best survive and win, at this as at most things.
I went through in '66 - May in fact. I spent a year in college and a year working the lobster and sport fishing fleets out of Marblehead, then in.
"I'm sure that consciousness has served you well since."
It's funny you should mention that. When I got out, I returned to college, degreed engineer then out to Texaco to work as a communications engineer. Somewhere along the way, I picked up an abuse problem - mostly alcohol, but minor other substances. My boss at Texaco, a Korean War Marine officer (Frozen Chosin of all things), sat me down one day and told me they hated to lose a good engineer, but... Then he said that if I went into rehab, detox'd and got it straight, my job would be waiting when I got it together. He said to me that if I could make it as a Marine Recruit, I could do anything. Oddly, my rehab counselor was a former Marine Officer - another Korean War Marine. He had that certain "something" that most Marine officers have - in effect you're not only disappointing me if you don't get this figured out, but you're disappointing the Corps.
It worked - 32 years sober and counting. :>)
Sounds close. And the cushy brick barracks if I remember correctly. :)
Yes, but not cushy, by any means. Still better than the wood-side ones (and the WWII Quonset huts without heat at Pendleton for pre-Vietnam training).
And, entering at 115 lbs., thanks to as much USMC food as I could get in within 10-minutes a meal, to keep up energy for the training, I graduated at 160 lbs. of Marine Corps muscle. My head on Charles Atlas' body, it seemed!
And, I can still fit in my old uniform, though underneath I can't find Charles Atlas anymore.
I had forgotten those Quonset huts at Pendleton, had my first joint up on the hills overlooking them. And damn the early mornings were cold there, September and October anyway. And no coats of course, we all got colds I remember, stood around seeing who could hack up the largest piece of lung. I had worked construction the year before going in so had already started the beef up process, but still I went from 140 to 165 where I stayed until I got married. It was March of 65 for me by the way. We were one of the last platoons to do the full 12 weeks before they cut it to 8 for the war. Oh hell, one more story kind of on topic. I lived several hundred miles away and so was put on a Greyhound bus to get there, took all day not arriving until midnight or so. Well when I boarded the bus on March 8th the US was not at war, but when I got off the bus that night we were, the Marines having landed at China Beach, actually the unit I would three years later join, 3/9. Anyway, the DI's were mad men due to that news. I've never been as scared since as on that first night, my knees literally shaking.
Some of the comments were beneath Maggie's standards of decency. We'll put back up when those are cleaned up.
I'm thinking you and Leag were too 'funny' in your rejoinders to each other if you catch my drift. As yes, there is a double meaning there as you were both also funny, not equally perhaps but still, for Leag, funny.
Really? Actually that was one of our more pleasant tete-a-tete's, IYCMD. Hmmm...
(sorry to you Leathernecks, not wanting to hijack your far more noble thread but what choice?)
Purely a guess on my part. Also possible something showed up after the last time I looked. Too bad though as it was an interesting discussion. Not to worry about hijacking, I'm just reliving old memories.
Was that the thread where Marianne mentioned Naomi Wolfe's treatise on how to change the female body so men could control them? Make them have little hips, big boobs,... and some other physical stuff, and then men would regain power lost to the feminist movement.
I bet my 'turn-about' rejoinder is what was beneath Maggie's standards of decency. I said something about men deforesting their nether regions, getting penis implants, and learning how to do foreplay.
hmmmm. I don't know how that matches up against the naked women photographs on the site, but... It's a man's world, don't you know.
No, it looks like that one's still there. Dr. B's Bad-or-Mad post about the Ft. Hood shooter and our discussions where Leag implied our (meaning everyone other than him) ignorance of muslims.
"It's a man's world, don't you know."
Yeah, but it wouldn't be nothin', nothin' without a woman or a girl... ;)
Dang. What a man you are. I love it when someone gets it. :}
Check this out. Luciano & JB. Funny I hadn't heard of it before...
Not to worry. I've been lurking here for a long time - a real long time actually - and I tend to stay away from the political issues as I'm definitely outside the mainstream and my commentary usually invokes a visceral response in most people.
Comes from being a Rational Anarchist. :>)
That's an intriguing position, Rational Anarchist. More food for thought. Don't be a stranger.
P.I. Plt. 247 February 1967----- Graduated April 1967
No better cadence in the world then a Marine Corps D.I. motivating you.
Just a correction up top, Marines are never called Drill Sergeants they are "Drill Instructors" a big difference.
The Army is known as Drill Sergeants.
WAY TO WORK IT MARINES----HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ALL THE GREAT MARINES-PAST, PRESENT & FUTURE
I have a boy in now. We went down to Parris Island for graduation in April. He's still himself, but he went from boy to man in those three months. He's at Camp Lejeune now, expecting deployment in Feb.
He complains about things for the first five minutes every time he calls, but I expect that's normal. I'm very grateful to the Corps.