Tell us a story, hard charger!
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May 22, 2010 at 10:32 pm by Anonymous in - Leave/Liberty [+]
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May 22, 2010 at 10:32 pm by Anonymous in - Leave/Liberty [+]
A buddy of mine had a misaligned spine not too long ago. Keep in mind we're about a month from terminal leave and our First Sergeant is making us go on battalion hikes. So my buddy goes to the smart clinic to get a light duty chit because the battalion commander told the M.O. not to give out light duty chits. Anyway, my buddy brings First Sergeant the light duty chit and First Sergeants response? "Well it says here you can hike for 3 miles. Guess you didn't get the part where this is a 9 mile hike. Hike 3 miles and get in the truck." Wow.
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December 7, 2009 at 2:48 am by Anonymous in - Esprit de Corps [+]
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December 7, 2009 at 2:48 am by Anonymous in - Esprit de Corps [+]
Hotel Company Parris Island 1999 We
had this recruit ... He was a bit strange, had stuttered, and wore them ugly bcgs ... But he would be the loudest of all of the recruits...
I can recall him always would responding Recr...uit... Ni.. Chols... re........questttt ... per....mis....SION he sounded like a squealings like a pig in his response... I was his squad leader and it use to crack me the hell up, needless to say sometimes I lost my bearing... anyway the drill instructors would pass him to other drill instructors and we would watch and see if they would lose their bearing too... It was awesome... Poor kid ...
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October 9, 2009 at 7:09 am by Anonymous in - Boot Camp [+]
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October 9, 2009 at 7:09 am by Anonymous in - Boot Camp [+]
Till this very day I can remember my recruit barracks always smelling like Dove Bar soap, or Duraglit
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September 10, 2009 at 12:18 am by Anonymous in - Boot Camp [+]
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September 10, 2009 at 12:18 am by Anonymous in - Boot Camp [+]
During phase 3 of boot camp a few guys decided one night after lights out to lay in the rack and tell stories. During one particular story from a guy about his girlfriend a voice from the last rack in the barracks said, "Oh really, what happened next?" It was then we found out that the firewatch had fallen asleep and our DI had snuck in from the back door and layed down in the last rack and was listening to us. It was not a fun evening or next day for us to say the least.
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September 1, 2009 at 6:55 pm by Anonymous in - Boot Camp [+]
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September 1, 2009 at 6:55 pm by Anonymous in - Boot Camp [+]
One day while on the USS Blue Ridge me and a few buddies were playing spades to pass the time, My partner just gave up smoking in favor of dipping, and used the same brand bottle as a spitter as his water bottle was, with the game getting heated he puts a dip and spits in the bottle next to him after some time he gose to take a drink and spits his spitter all over my face, being pissed off I just jumped over the table and we began to rool around on the floor giving each other head locks. Needless to say we were never spades partners again.
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July 24, 2009 at 7:08 am by Tapes in - Deployed [+]
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July 24, 2009 at 7:08 am by Tapes in - Deployed [+]
On a late night before liberty ended, one of my buddies still needed a haircut before heading back to base. We'd been drinking all day and I told him I could do it, even though I'd never been the one to give barracks cuts. We broke out the clippers, he sat down and since I was disgusted by his abuse of the 3" inch rule, I went straight for the top of his unsat head. My first run took a huge chunk out and I had to stop because I was laughing so hard, while he was whining about, "WHAT'D YOU JUST DO??!" It was too late though and by the time he made it back to his unit, he had no more than half an inch left.
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July 21, 2009 at 2:09 pm by Anonymous in - Leave/Liberty [+]
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July 21, 2009 at 2:09 pm by Anonymous in - Leave/Liberty [+]
In boot camp, one of our dark green Drill Instructors had a habit of snapping his fingers, shoving his hand in our faces and with his thumb and pointer finger making the L=loser sign he'd scream, "NOW LISTEN HERE BOY!!" in his thick southern accent. It was so intense and always intimidating. I loved that habit so much, I stole it from him and almost 20 years later, I still do it to this day.
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July 21, 2009 at 1:47 pm by DevilDog in - Boot Camp [+]
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July 21, 2009 at 1:47 pm by DevilDog in - Boot Camp [+]
When our company Gunny would lecture us, he always liked to yell, "JUST DON'T PISS DOWN MY BACK AND TELL ME IT'S RAINING!!"
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July 21, 2009 at 1:42 pm by DevilDog in - Esprit de Corps [+]
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July 21, 2009 at 1:42 pm by DevilDog in - Esprit de Corps [+]
USS Denver, NOV1993, off the coast of Mogadishu, Somalia for UNOSOM II. I was promoted to Corporal and had the honor of being given my blood stripes in a locked NCO berthing area, with the portal windows covered. By the time I'd reached the end of the gauntlet, I couldn't stand or use my arms. I was being held up and carried forward by the NCOs, until I reached the end. After they released me, I crawled to my rack and curled into a ball to recover. At 0400 the next morning, my Staff Sergeant tapped me and asked, "Marine, I know you took it pretty hard yesterday. We're going ashore today, we have a mission. Can you make it?" I stretched out my stiffened arms and legs, pretended to feel no pain and said, "I'm fine. What time do we leave?"
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July 20, 2009 at 1:40 pm by Anonymous in - Deployed [+]
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July 20, 2009 at 1:40 pm by Anonymous in - Deployed [+]
