This was adapted from a comment made by Idris
One of the best SNCOs I knew said, ‘the drill field is the one billet where you can be successful without displaying any real leadership qualities.’
Like all of us, I have quite a few boot camp stories, and don’t hate the ever-loving shit out of the DIs I had. For instance, if one was on fire, I’d cross the street to piss on him. But that’s just common courtesy.
Having said that, let’s get to a couple of examples of the finest leadership in the world.
SSgt BlueFalcon was our 4th DI. Being new, he was a bit clueless. He talked with a voice like a buzzer so everything he said sounded fucked up without having to yell, and he may have actually been a GySgt the month before we got him in phase 2 of our training.
I’m not kidding. This motherfucker showed up in phase 2 with all his gear marked in Gunny chevrons. Now, it’s totally possible that he just got a helluva deal off a retiree, or maybe found stuff in his size at a second-hand shop, but there were signs that something shady was going on, and that my SDI was babysitting the shit out of him. Honestly, for me to notice, it had to be painfully obvious.
So there we were one day with Gunny – I mean SSgt – Blue Falcon in charge of us. I hadn’t eaten lunch and there was a tray from the chow hall for me. I kept requesting permission to eat, and BlueFalcon kept saying no. So I kept asking, because (A) I wanted to eat, (B) fuck him, and (C) I wanted to eat. It got to the point that other recruits were telling me to stop. Apparently, my wanting lunch was getting annoying for the fed.
Eventually, we were forming up to get a class at the movie theater, and I still hadn’t eaten lunch, nor would I since dinner was right around the corner. While there I went to my SDI, who had his own to go tray from the chow hall, and asked him for permission to eat lunch as SSgt BlueFalcon stood behind me, glaring indifferently over my shoulder.
“You haven’t eaten?” he asked.
With an incredulous look at BlueFalcon, who honestly could not have given less of a crap, my SDI handed me his own food, which I took because (A) fuck him, (B) I wanted to eat, and (C) fuck him.
I took it outside, where another great act of leadership occurred.
Since dignity can be foregone for hunger I sat on the cement facing a brick wall to enjoy my lunch with a swarm of delicious sand fleas, but who should be out there but a male/female DI duo, talking about some such shit. I can’t recall the conversation, so I’ll fill in the blanks the best I can:
“Yeah,” he said, “so I started eating my Chef Boyardee raviolis with a K-Bar.”
“Hmm,” she said, listening intently, her blonde hair pulled.
“It’s a real time-saver, because now I don’t have to tactically acquire my weekly supply of plastic ware from mini PX like I used to.”
“I converted old tea bags into Maxi Pads,” she chimed in, not wanting to seem less thrifty than him, “and vice versa.”
After writing the first two articles in this series, I realized that my memories from OCS (and the USMC in general) are still pretty vivid. I’m going to hold off my actual experience (what led me to get dropped) until I can disassociate my personal feelings from the article. What I would like to present now are snapshots of different scenarios and people that I encountered in 8 weeks at Quantico. Names have been changed to protect people’s anonymity.
There are multiple “open forums” where leadership scenarios are given to the entire company to discuss how they would act. Since everyone is being evaluated at all times, there is someone in the back taking notes to see who says what. Because of this, candidates are basically expected to spew out moto-bullshit that involves mass punishments. One example went something like this:
LCpl Schmuckatelli is on barracks duty and you, as OOD encounter him while making your rounds. LCpl Schmuckatelli reports his post and you notice him reading an unauthorized book (aka not on the commandant’s reading list). If I remember correctly, I think the book was Jurassic Park. What do you do?
Apparently the correct answer is to NJP the junior Marine. The wrong answer was to ask an entire company of candidates (most of whom had never stood a 24 hour post) if they had ever read a book on the commandant’s reading list. They didn’t seem to understand that reading ‘First to Fight’ would make you ‘First to Sleep’ on duty.
Which brings me to one guy I will never forget, Candidate Ian Reid (fake name). He was constantly on the prowl to correct his fellow candidates (yelling at them for not locking out their legs during flutter kicks or snapping his fingers during formations). He was one of those busy body types who spent most of his time trying to find other people fucking up, rather than minding his own business (this is the type of person that OCS absolutely adores). One thing he used to do, which really infuriated me, was every time a candidate got dropped and their name was called for mail deliveries, he would yell at the top of his lungs, “KIA, GySgt, KIA.” For some weird reason, people liked this shit. I thought it disrespected those Marines who actually died in combat, a role that he as a reservist would probably not see too much of.
The last scenario that I remembered was a platoon “mentorship” session with our commander, Captain Bragan (fake name). I forget the context and the discussion even, but somehow the subject of working parties came up. He said something like: “Use your junior Marines, that’s what they are there for.”
So, if you’re curious about some of the stuff they are teaching junior officers at OCS nowadays, now you know. NJP people for reading the wrong book on duty and junior Marines exist only to be slaves who clean.
Submitted by: Motoboner
In a nutshell, it’s a shitty bank that every recruit on Parris Island is set up with for their direct deposit. By funneling tens-of-thousands of captive recruits to this hellhole the USMC is damaging both troop welfare and mission accomplishment. Low-income troops losing money to needless fees hurts their focus as a fighting force, and poor finances can lead to someone losing their security clearance.
FSNB = Fees-Fees-Fees
For the privilege of having an account, they charge needless fees knowing full well you can’t change your banking until your graduate, and a good portion of people do not do so right away because they don’t want to spend part of family day at Navy Federal Credit Union opening an account.
I have had two experiences with FSNB. Upon trying to close the account at MOS school they said I was overdrawn and charged me a fee for it. I sent them a check for the NSF overdraft, and they said I was still overdrawn because of the monthly fee hitting, prompting another NSF fee, so the account could not be closed. I sent them another check and told them to close the account, and that a copy of the letter was given to my command.
A few years later my wife went to close an account she had when we moved to Camp Lejeune. She went to the branch at Wal-mart and they cut her a check.
FSNB Will Overdraw You
“Show me the balance on the account,” she said, suspecting something fishy.
Now she was overdrawn. This fucking asshole overdrew the account on her so that there would be an NSF fee, then a monthly fee, which would prompt another NSF fee. So my wife gave her the difference and asked for a receipt, plus a printout of the statement showing that the balance was at zero.
“You don’t want that,” lady-banker-fuck told my wife.
“Of course I do.”
“If you take a paper statement, you could lose it, and then your personal information will just be out there.”
“It’s already out there. Con artists like you have it.”
After some cajoling she got a receipt for the deposit, bringing the balance up to zero, plus a statement showing the balance at zero.
“I want to speak to your manager,” my wife said, “I’m going to make a complaint about what you did.”
The manager told her that to make a complaint she had to call customer service from a phone on the wall.
If the USMC Cared, They’d Have Already Done Something
Fort Sill National Bank is not the worst bank in the world, nor is lady-banker-fuck the worst banker in the world, but this is the exclusive bank for marine recruits on Parris Island (and probably soldiers at Fort Sill, Oklahoma), and it is one way that the Marine Corps is actively ensuring that the lowest paid troops are being victimized by a financial institution. These young troops make very little money, live far from home, and endure great hardships. All the while this bank is stealing from them.
If anyone has something positive to say, please share. I’d love to hear something good about the bank, and not that it donates money to something, because that donation is funded in full by the fees scraped off the top of a marine recruit’s meager paycheck.
I’ll be forwarding the link for this post to people at FSNB and MCRD PI, and suggest you do the same.
This story was submitted by Rebekah Kind, who was extremely motivated to earn the title of Marine as a means of both serving her country, and personally self-actualizing. At the end of this entry is a link to a news article written about her, and a specific Parris Island practice that I can personally attest to having been practiced in 2003. Following the events of September 11, 2001, I knew I wanted to serve my country. I was not looking for an easy path. The Marine Corps called my name even when I was a young teenager. When I was finally old enough to join, I told my parents, and they talked me out of it...for a time. In 2016 I realized it was my last chance to join. I was 28 and would only just make the age cutoff. So, against my family's wishes, I joined the DEP. I was about as motivated as a poolee could be. I went to PT sessions as often as possible, scored a 93 on the ASVAB, and looked forward to becoming an aviation mechanic for the Marines. To give you an idea of my state of mind, before I shipped off to boot camp a MEPS employee asked me where I wanted to be stationed. I answered, "Wherever the Marine Corps will have me, sir!" Not only was I as patriotic and motivated as could be, but I was honored to be given this incredible opportunity. That is, until I got to Parris Island. At boot camp I was taught that "Marines never lie, cheat, or steal," even as I witnessed said activity. I got there as a mentally and physically strong person, but soon after my arrival, began a descent into a shell of who I formerly was. I grew thin and sick, which was made even worse when I contracted pneumonia. Upon requesting to go to sick call for the first time - with pneumonia - I was mocked and berated. This was the worst part, I think - being torn down, then never built back up. In fact, when my dad saw me the day I left Parris Island, he immediately noticed the change. I had gone from being a tough tomboy to someone who was afraid to look people in the eye. Because, on Parris Island, the moment you look someone in the eye you're told not to "eyeball" them. Having adapted to the environment, it only took a couple months of being treated with no dignity for me to lose confidence in myself, or my ability to do anything right, including walk down the sidewalk and cross paths with someone, particularly if they had that funny hat/belt combo. I only wanted to serve my country as an aviation mechanic. I did not expect to be treated with disgrace and disgust at every turn. If I'd had leaders I could trust, I would have willingly run toward bullets. Instead, I was methodically shredded until there was nothing left to destroy. Frankly, this is all fairly humiliating, so you might wonder why I would risk telling this story. Why Am I Doing This? I have made my experience public in the hopes that other young patriotic recruits will not have to continue to undergo the sort of degradation that I did. I may not have earned the right to say "Semper Fi," but neither does anyone else, because that phrase does not describe the USMC accurately. Always faithful? The Marine Corps has a lot of work to do in order to live up to that ideal. I will write more about my experiences in boot camp as time permits. I have nothing but the greatest respect for Marines who live up to the Corps' motto.
“A Marine explains how to lead when you’re not the boss.”
During my time I’ve seen the rise of ‘celebrity’ Navy SEALS, I.E., billy badasses who get off active duty, write books about their experiences, get movie or product endorsements, and generally milk their prior military service to expand their business interests.
Well, former Marines are no different, and in the last 10 years there’s been no shortage of autobiographies, and/or management books that capitalize on the author’s prior military service. Nothing inherently illegal about that, but unfortunately those who have experienced the worst of the Corps would question how valuable of a real world business ‘training’ experience it REALLY IS!
From my last assignment on active duty working with the finances and supply of a Marine Aircraft Group, I can positively attest to the fact that it was NOT EVEN A REMOTELY ORGANIZED OR EFFICENT BUSINESS MODEL! If it was a civilian airline, it wouldn’t stay in business for very long!
But if you get out and are seeking a new career as the next motivational speaker/ modern day Stephen Covey management guru, then I guess you can capitalize on the Corps emphasis on leadership and management.
AS LONG AS YOU DON’T DARE CRITICISE THE MILITARY, you can string together enough open ended human concepts (mixed in with historical philosophical quotes) to put together a book deal, or sell your superficial advice for a corporate consultancy contract ($$$$).
The Marine Corps has a brand logo, a corporate slogan, and a marketing strategy. It puts a huge amount of effort into marketing (propaganda), and it has a vested interest in maintaining an image to secure resources and funding. There’s also no shortage of civilian salesman who play on the ‘former Marine’ status.
Robert T. Kiyosaki– the ultimate hypocrite.
But the Corps NOT a place to learn how to run a business- especially a business or corporate model that must deliver ON TIME at low cost, generate profit, and maximize human capital.
My two cents worth- civilian corporations kiss the ass of the military because the military excels at indoctrinating people into low paid wage slaves- with emphasis on long (uncompensated) hours, blind obedience, low tolerance of individual thought or creativity, and severe penalties for any form of dissent. It really wants a CHEAP, EASILY EXPLOITABLE WORKFORCE.
All the rest is just window dressing BS.
Submitted by: Oldr
The following story was submitted by a former Marine and edited by Chris Pascale. I don't really hate the Corps as much as I sincerely dislike it - for a number of personal reasons: (1) Lying and manipulative military recruiters who prey on naïve young people who lack personal goals and direction in their lives (2) Abusive and sadistic drill instructors (3) No guidance or help on a personal level offered by officers [when I was in] I enlisted back in 1976 during a very optimistic and PATRIOTIC time in America. Things looked very bright indeed and hopeful. The anniversary of our country's founding in 1776 - I had very high hopes for a good life as a glorious Marine! I was so young and naïve, and very ignorant of the reality of life in the Corps. During basic training at MCRD San Diego, Platoon 2093, Sept-Nov, 1976, I was physically abused repeatedly by a drill instructor named Sgt SchizerVideo while serving as a "house mouse," which is the clean-up maid for the DIs in their duty hut, which is against regs but they do anyway. He bit my ear hard during marching at the parade ground one time because I held my M-16 too high on my shoulder. He sprayed starch in my ear during qualification day on the rifle range. After initally UNQ-ing I then made sharpshooter because he wasn't there to torment me. But Sgt SchizerVideo never let up, and he let me know he hated me at least on a daily basis - that is, when he wasn't reading "Soldier of Fortune," spitting Copenhagen into the water fountain, and granting us the pleasure of his favorite phrase, "fuck me to tears." He was a bastard, but so were all the other DIs, too, like SSgt MurderRapist, an extremely ugly short little ogre of a man with a thick neck and gapped teeth, who laughingly recounted his tour in Vietnam, particularly the part where he saw a marine stick a flare tube up a pregnant woman's vagina and it exploded! I'LL NEVER forget his deranged personality and twisted smile, as well as the heavy stack of medals and ribbons on his chest. And Sgt Jewel, another very strange, sadistic and nerdy looking guy with black-rimmed glasses whose favorite pastime was screaming at us from the top of his lungs for an hour straight! And Cpl GullNuts. He got REALLY mad one time and hit a recruit with a large rock in the mountains at infantry training. There was an investigation and that recruit left the platoon, and I never saw him again. They changed our DI's several times. I was very tempted to report Sgt SchizerVideo to headquarters, but then he would have REALLY gotten it out for me. I should have - after basic training was over - but just wanted to forget it and go home on leave. I also witnessed SchizerVideo assault a private after the recruit was caught smoking in the head late at night. He grabbed him by the collar very aggressively, pushed him up hard against the barracks wall, and threatened to "beat the shit out of him." It was in front of the entire platoon. It's Better After Boot Camp, but It Ain't Great Apart from all that, there was always the feeling of disappointment and dissatisfaction that plagued me like a curse from hell. Knowing that I gave myself over to this awful and screwed up outfit for an enlistment of 3 very long years, and finding out that life in it was just plain tedious, unfulfilling, and a nit-picking bullshit affair was somehow worse in some ways. Getting knocked around in boot camp seemed like a potential necessary evil to win wars, because the enemy would be much worse, right? While stationed on Okinawa I'd gotten in trouble for excessive drinking one night in Henoko village - a small fishing town outside Camp Schwab loaded with bars and pretty, but silly, Japanese bar-girls who would giggle and say "OH, I LOVE YOU! BUY ME DLINK-EE?" Then things got worse. My platoon commander, Lt Spanky, transferred me to Camp Hansen on the other side of the island. Finally, after a year I was sent back to California only to be treated - yet again - like a recruit at Camp Horno. There was no library, no movie theater, a crummy little snack bar, and everything was either far away or off base in San Clemente or Oceanside, and, as many people have said on this site before, without a car, you're pretty much stuck. Examples of how awful it would be was that if I went to a vending machine for a can of soda there'd always be some Sgt asking me "where are you SUPPOSED TO BE?" as though his place of duty was at the vending area bothering people! Also, there were a lot of the guys in my platoon that used street drugs, especially marijuana, and even the very dangerous and psychosis-inducing PCP. In 1978 there was an epidemic of PCP use in southern California; some of them were on our bases. Well, I finally received my honorable discharge after my enlistment and was pleased to get out of there and return home. I'm not perfect in all this, but the drinking incident on Japan wasn't my biggest mistake. My biggest mistake was trusting the Marines' empty promises. I learned that you should never trust anyone who's trying hard to induce you to do something, and manipulating you into buying or joining something you're not sure entirely sure about. I'm telling you straight - don't make a mistake. It's a very long time when you sign up for years in the U.S. military. And it's permanent with NO WAY OUT once you're in. You had best talk to a veteran and really think TWICE first. And if anybody reads this and doesn't like it, as we say in Texas - I don't give a blind hoot if you DON'T like it. It's 100% true, every word I typed. Sincerely, Former Lance Corporal Jefferson Lee Williams, Anti-Tank Assaultman, Weapons Platoon, Infantry. U.S.M.C. 1976- 1979
At the time that I was selected to OCS, I was married to another Marine. Further complicating matters was that I was selected for ECP, not MECEP. MECEP marines check out of the unit on TAD, while ECP marines PCS out. Because I got PCS orders, I had to terminate my lease with military housing (within a very short amount of time). My ex-wife’s command wanted to move her into their barracks. Thankfully, after a lot of discussion, they allowed us to get her an apartment off base. It was stressful enough being forced to move your family in under a month. It would have been even more stressful to have my young, good looking LCpl wife in a barracks full of horny male Marines from her command. I am not a jealous person, but they had brazenly sexually harassed her at work and even right in front of me. The last thing I wanted was to check out of my unit knowing that a whole command of thirsty fucks was waiting to pounce the minute I left the gate.
As I was checking out/moving, I was also making sure to stay in good shape. I checked into my unit in early 2009 averaging a 297 PFT. By the time I left for OCS, I was running somewhere in the mid-270s. I was stationed at MCAS Yuma, AZ (air wing MOS). It was black flag on most days, and my command was really lazy with PT. In 4 years at my unit, we only did scheduled PT literally a handful of times (like 4-5). Everything PT related was on your “own time.” As a result, most Marines just lifted, if they PT’d at all. I was a dedicated lifter, but ran on my own once or twice a week. While my PFT run time was declining, I was still running circles around 98% of the Marines around me because no one ever PTd. Most people were either fat, extremely out of shape, or both. So, our extremely unsat SNCOs (2nd -3rd class PFT/4-5 ribbons in 13 years) used to routinely counsel people for being out of shape, but would never give anyone time to actually PT. We had to be “at work” for 50-60 hours a week, even if we were not actually doing anything. The only ones who could leave work to PT were those Marines that were on BCP. They got to PT twice a day, three times a week, during working hours. It was a perverse incentive.
The final piece to keep in mind, before I get to OCS itself, is that because I was in avionics, there were no fresh lieutenants out of OCS in our unit. All of our commissioned officers were prior warrant officers who converted to captains as limited duty officers. None of them had any frame of reference for OCS. WOBC (warrant officer training) is a very, very different beast. The few commissioned officers that were actually around who went through OCS went through between 1995-2000. By 2011, when I went, the standards had increased dramatically due to both the draw-down and the recession. So, more people were applying to Marine OCS than ever before due to the bad economy, and the USMC just didn’t need as many bodies. At the time, I did not know this, as I dutifully collected signatures for my checkout sheet with a smile on my face. I was on my way out of a toxic command, and finally on my way to actually being able to lead marines through something more than just a Chinese field day.
I enlisted with a college degree in 2007.
At the time, I didn’t know any better and took the advice of my recruiter who told me that I would have more respect by going into the Marine Corps the “right way.” Still, I drank the kool-aid and dove head first into the experience. At the time, I was a caricature of the most moto-motard. I PT’d on my free time. On weekends I did MCIs and practiced MCMAP. I rarely went out, and spent most of my weekends field daying my room. No joke. I didn’t want to get in trouble by doing anything that even remotely place me in a situation where I could get burned. In my first year in, I listened to my SNCOs who told me not to get discouraged by my demotivated peers; that they were demotivated because they chose to be. It was their fault that they didn’t give a fuck, if they were not promoted or if they ever got an NJP.
By the time I got back from my second deployment, I knew better. By that point, I had seen enough examples of horrendous leadership that I knew there was no way in fucking hell I was going to re-enlist. Whether it was the Gunny who didn’t allow the paperwork for 10 Marines who I taught and tested out for MCMAP belts to be processed because I taught an “illegal course” (Once our CO got his black belt, he decided that MCMAP was too dangerous so he banned it for everyone else on deployment), or the SSgts who searched our hooches for “contraband” aka porn (which they themselves sometimes gave us) so they could write charge sheets …..the people on this site know the drill. There are too many examples of shit like this to even attempt to list them all.
Still, by the time I hit year 4/5 in my contract I decided to reach down into my cargo pocket for one last bit of motivation. I was going to put in an officer package. In my opinion, there is no way in hell that any enlisted personnel have a legitimate shot at actually taking care of their Marines since most of the time they were just “following orders.” Hell, most of the time it was unchecked SNCOs taking their rank too literally that was the problem. Since my MOS was indefinitely closed, my only chance to try to end this cycle was to literally outrank some of the retarded motherfuckers that I had the displeasure of serving under.
Even though I had more awards, deployments, and training than most of my supervisors (air wing has pathetically low standards), the political nature of life as a junior marine made this task almost unbearable. While I was able to secure more than 10 letters of recommendation, none of them actually came from anyone WITHIN my chain of command. I could not trust any of them, as I saw one of my Gunnys tell a Sgt who was on his way out to list him as a job reference only to brag about purposely giving him a shitty recommendation. So, I was forced to look for people I worked for, under TAD or deployment. Luckily, there were plenty of people willing to write good things, so I wasn’t worried. However, once I started to route paperwork up, things got interesting. I started getting ass-chewings galore for going behind people’s backs and all that happy horse shit about how I don’t respect the chain of command. Some of the senior Marines who did write me recommendations and who happened to also be located close by were called by my OIC to ask why they gave me recommendations.
In the end, the recommendations stuck and I was recommended with enthusiasm by everyone on up to the CG to go to OCS. After four years of continuously striving to better myself but being let down by terrible leadership, I finally felt like the hard work had paid off. When the MARADMIN came out, several SNCOs who made a career out of ruining others came to shake my hand. I just stared at them. I couldn’t outright tell them to go fuck themselves, but this little victory was close enough. I was soon going to outrank them (which was something that any SNCO detests). Or so I thought.
Submitted by: Motoboner
By Chris Pascale.
For those who don’t know, pinning is the practice of stabbing a person with their chevrons or wings, which can be seen in this Dateline video. A blood stripe is a red strip of cloth that goes down a set of dress blue pants when a marine is an NCO or higher. When some LCpls are promoted to Cpl, the NCOs get together and give him a blood stripe, which I explain in the story below, but is briefly mentioned in comments 12 & 14 here.
These 4 stories are not the goriest among the Marine Corps. They are merely 4 times I witnessed something related to these ridiculous concepts.
Scene: Keesler AF Base, October, 2003
“Hey, Gatch,” a brand new PFC said to the marine I was walking with in the barracks, “I kept the backings off; pin me.”
At that, the LCpl who I’ll call Gatch, touched his collar to make sure he was telling the truth, then bottom-fisted the shit out of both chevrons into his shoulders with a sharp, thick thud bringing him to crumple halfway over at the pain.
I must had a look that said, ‘what the fuck?’ to which the new PFC said,
“I got promoted today.”
To PFC, which, like self-respect, is given, not earned
We don’t keep in touch.
Scene: Falluja, Iraq, July, 2005
Myself and Texray were promoted to Cpl. As the engineers came around to shake my hand my SSgt lightly touched the chevrons. I considered giving him permission to pin me. He was one of the finer marines I knew, and a good leader who’d encouraged me whereas the previous one sought to single me out. But I let the emotion of the moment pass, and he didn’t assume he had the right. It’s a Catch-22, really. The marine worthy of pinning you is often the one who wouldn’t. And the marines seeking respect allow themselves to be disrespected.
Hours later I was out on a mission with a recon platoon I was attached to in the back of a high back Humvee with a Sgt.
“I got promoted today,” I told him.
“To corporal?” he asked, sounding upbeat.
And then he punched me in the shoulder. Not getting a reaction he tried again, and then again.
“Nah, I’ll getchya later,” he said like he was a good-natured friend and not some jackass who didn’t understand the basic tenet of leverage – you can’t get it if you’re sitting on your ass.
We firmed up at some house in the city and since I wasn’t posted on one of the guns that hour I laid down to sleep. Off on the front porch I heard this Sgt jovially exclaiming,
“But it’s the blood stripe! He earned it. We can give it to him.”
What he was referring to was having me run through a 2-column gauntlet of marines who’d knee me in the sides of my legs as I attempted to run through them. The Sgt worked to make it seem like a fraternal-type thing that would make me one of them, and not as though he was a sadistic asshole who got joy in hurting others.
Aside from the lack of interest and presence of morals from the recon SSgts, my Platoon Sgt – the one who I’d have considered letting pin me – would have pulled all engineer support from the recon battalion, and they would have had to explain just why it was no roads were being cleared from midnight to 4:00 A.M., and no weapons caches were being uncovered any longer.
Scene: Camp Lejeune Field Exercise, June, 2006
We’d just come from a mock patrol through the forestry of Camp Lejeune in preparation for the deserts of Iraq, and then formed up. A Motor T marine was promoted to LCpl. Afterwards, our new company CO made the following speech:
“Isn’t this something; getting promoted in the middle of this hot shit out here. Welp,” he concluded, “I’ll leave you NCOs to congratulate your marine.”
At which he left, and a small minority of asshole NCOs, one of whom was nicknamed “The Weasel” because of all the slimy shit he was always involved in, were like, ‘yeah, we’re gonna congratulate you.’
Scene: French Creek Rec Center, Sept. 30, 2006
For unrelated reasons, I’d requested to leave that line unit, initially for another base, but settled for H&S Co.
The command was a good one, and I was lucky to be there. The company CO was a female Lt. A good marine who cared about her job and doing the right thing. Helping her was a female 1stSgt of whom I only have good things to say.
Lt. GoodMarine had us at the French Creek Rec Center and began talking about hazing. I didn’t recall any hazing in the unit, but maybe some directive was passed down.
“Why,” she began, “do you marines think that some think it’s okay to pin other marines?”
There was a silence. I was getting promoted to Sgt the next day. So far as I was concerned I’d earned it the year before in Falluja, for which no one present had been with me, meaning that no one rated to even consider pinning me.
Filling the brief silence, I said something about people not sticking up for themselves. I said this because when you’re stupid (and I was stupid) you think everyone has a share of the blame for fucked up things that happen. The CO thought it over, and must have seen something in the look of the Sgt next to me.
“Sergeant CrotchSmell,” she said. “What do you think?”
“You don’t want to know what I think,” he told her, as though what he had to say was so intense it would have made our little heads explode.
Fact was, Sgt CrotchSmell was an ASVAB-waiving Bulk Fuel tough guy with a very limited vocabulary, and a bit of a womanly swagger. He must have learned early and often that whatever it was he wanted to convey wouldn’t come off very well, so with every request to express himself he thickened the wall.
“I have something to say,” another Sgt spoke up.
“We have traditions,” Sgt BrainCell said, stressing the word, “and when we don’t respect our traditions we lose them. This Corps has been around since seventeen-seventy-five, and it seems like these new marines want to leave the old traditions behind…”
He went on as though George Washington had personally slam-stabbed chevrons into the gangrened shoulders of every marine in the Revolution, and Samuel Nicholas was the first to say, ‘you know what, fellas? We should knee the shit out of that new corporal until he can’t walk! You know, for camaraderie.’
You get so used to hearing these canned speeches from insecure Sgts who spout them off when challenged that this idiotic rant didn’t even seem funny. He had the floor until a SSgt finally said,
“I’m sorry to interrupt, Lieutenant, but I was asked to get a head count. Raise your hand if you bought your tickets for the ball yet.”
Most hands stayed down.
“So you’re talking about traditions, but you’re not attending the birthday ball?”
Sgt BrainCell was right. We can lose valuable traditions by not practicing them, and that’s because traditions are not inherent to our lives – they are simply something a culture adopts and disowns. I’m lucky not to have experienced any physical abuse in the Corps, but for those who do, it’s something they carry with them well after their time in. With all that we give to serve our country, it shouldn’t be.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
I have not seen any female submissions so I decided I could write a little story of my own experience in boot camp and the initial process.
Back in 2015 I started the process for joining the Air Force, but I had a mark on my credit for a dental bill I could not pay off and got denied enlistment. The Air Force recruiter then brought me over to the Marine recruiter’s office and basically fed me to the sharks. As soon as I stepped into that office, their eyes lit up and they gave me this big grin. I introduced myself, and immediately I was filling out paperwork. I will say I was pretty intimidated and new to this, but I was desperate after losing my job, failing one class, and almost losing my apartment. I was partially guilty to giving in so easily, but I was also led on by their fast sales talk.
I was supposed to go MEPS the next week or so and I had yet to talk about any MOS or a ship date. I was interviewed by a MSgt, a GySgt, a SSgt, and a female Sgt. I was so deep into it that I had no choice but to keep going.
I was the only female in good physical shape there and I was gold to them because I didn’t need to be babysat and told to lose weight. Something just didn’t feel right a couple weeks before shipping so I called up an Army buddy and we went to a recruiter in his area. I told him how they were rushing the process and how I still didn’t get an MOS and every time I asked about it I got shut down or was told to come back next week. I told him I wanted out but I felt like I would be punished if I broke the contract. Alas, I went in and told the Marine recruiter I wanted out and he wasn’t having it. I got “talked to” by the Gunny and yelled at as well. I am not going to lie, I was pretty scared and I did not continue with the Army recruiter.
Two days before I shipped, I got a call from the Army recruiter and he said “You don’t have to go. They will knock on your door and tell you that you can go to jail. It is an aggressive recruiting tactic so don’t fall for it.” I told him I was sorry and scared but I had to go.
I finally landed on PI. OK, not that bad so far but I was tired and already regretting my decision. Moment of truth time arrives and half of the females get up. Some we never see again but most come back.
IST, pull-ups and run all passed with flying colors.
The following week, we met our DI’s and that is when I knew it was serious. I of gave one of them attitude. Not on purpose but because I was exhausted. Yeah that went great! She basically followed me around like a hungry stray dog all month. I wanted out! Open contract, BS, getting sick, spat on and pushed around.
I knew that marine boot camp was not supposed to be easy and I am not saying that I could not hang. I did not WANT to hang. I was NOT a marine and never wanted to be. I was there for the wrong reasons and I knew that my lack of motivation would hurt me in the long run. I did my research and tried to get out medically. I was in great shape and I was one of the strongest females so they laughed at me when I asked to see the corpsmen. I did more research and told them I was depressed. Technically I was depressed. I was not really proud of that being on my medical record but it was better than having mental breakdowns later on and getting out with an OTH or similar. I said I was not suicidal, I was not a Marine and I never wanted be one. I wanted to go home.
1 month later, I went home. The worst days of my life were in RSP. That was the lowest place I had ever seen. I saw my DI’s and they were more down to earth in real life but still had some loose screws and carried out their dominant personality everywhere except the senior. She impacted me the most. I let her down because she always took me aside and told me I had a lot of potential. Honestly I did not.
I am now free and still trying to figure out what I want in life. I think about that shit everyday. I love our marines and respect what they do but it is not the life for me.
Tips for females if you are shipping:
Do not fall for the hype. We train differently even though they tell you otherwise. Males did have it harder.
Women follow the rules more. They don’t curse or hit you.
You will be taken care of with hygiene and other stuff.
Stay away from gossip.
Help each other and keep your mouth shut.
If your female Marine is getting out, she will be taken care of either way.
There’s a lot of support believe it or not. Stay very professional, productive and honest, if they like you the process will be faster and easier try not to get out with OTH or General.
I hope this helps others.
Submitted by Trump
In the Summer of 2003, I was on Parris Island. 1st Bn, CO A.
One platoon stood out as they won all the competitions – initial drill, final drill, written testing, etc. This story takes place around the final written test and prac app. The platoon I was in had scored the highest but lost because Recruit “X” had gotten a 0% on the prac app portion. How did this happen? Well, within earshot of dozens of us, the Senior DI of the championship platoon said to the marine in charge of taking the scores, “I’d really like to make sure my platoon wins this one, too.” It didn’t mean anything to us until “X,” who was not an idiot by any means, was railroaded during the CPR and other prac app exercises. They rushed him, harassed him, and got up in his grill like he was committing the cardinal sin of considering out loud that he might want to go to OCS.
Afterward, word must have gotten around, so there was a pow-wow with the Co. Gunny. We all received the following speech, but at much greater length:
“There’s a lot of doggone talk about people cheating. Well, I’m here to tell you that no one is cheating, so you all need to stop talking about it. At the end of each doggone competition, a trophy is given to the platoon that earns it by winning, but that doggone trophy is returned at the end of the drill cycle, so it’s a trophy that you don’t even get to keep. So if anyone did cheat, it wouldoesn’t not matter. Now, tell me, do you think that someone can be a leader if he runs a four-minute mile and does forty pull-ups, but is a faggot? I say no. Now some of you might not want to hear that, but if you’re a faggot you can’t be a leader.”
And then we were dismissed.
Submitted by Chris Pascale
In the last couple of weeks, some articles have caught my attention:
So it seems that a Colonel, the paragon of marine-ly virtues, has been charged with sexual assault on a minor, possibly as young as 6 years old.
And a mustang no less, according to some sources.
Here’s my question:
How many people has this guy buried over the course of his career (considering the total control that he possesses over thousands of men to a level that approaches the power of a king) for sleeping with high-school cheerleaders, and he goes and does this?
Of course, all of the (obviously impartial) comments on any of the military websites, from Marine Corps Times to Leatherneck.com, are crying “Innocents until proven guilty” from the mountaintops, conveniently forgetting that he gave no such presumption to the innumerable people he took stripes from for much smaller offenses.
Now this fine officer and gentleman is a shining example of what it means to be a marine. No doubt he spent his career as some superior officer’s bulldog. He was the guy you gave the problem children to in order for them to be broken. Of course, this would always lead to “outstanding” FITREPs, and the bulldog ends up with his own command. The problem is, he doesn’t understand that, while sometimes you need a bulldog, nobody needs (or wants) one all the time. As a result, the bulldog is now loose, and proceeds to make life hell for everyone around him because he thinks that is the way it’s supposed to work.
This third entry in our usmc leadership-palooza actually came as a shock to me. In my experience, MALS tended to be a little more laid back. (I served in 3 of them, 2 of which had changes of command while I was there, so I actually had 5 different squadron commanders)
MALS marines have a lot asked of them at work, and then they have to deal with all the extra marine-ly stuff. Field day, uniform inspections, all that stuff fits in after working 12+ hour days all week. As a result, some of the other stuff got let go. Little things like field day formations, squadron PT, etc.
The fact that this guy managed to screw up running an outfit that will pretty much run itself speaks more loudly to his incompetence than I ever could. The fact that this guy made Lieutenant Colonel says all you need to say about the kind of people the marines appoint to leadership positions.
The Marine Corps is portrayed as bad ass 24/7 kicking down doors, and partying. They don’t show all the rules and regulations. They don’t tell you that joining to be a machinegunner will log you with more hours behind a lawnmower or as janitor.
You will be expolited at every level , made to do non work related tasks, be massed punished, find yourself repeatedly in situations where either option is going to have negative effects. Example. Trying to go to school, but your SSgt won’t sign off on your TA form because he is a bitter lifer with no education. Then when you tell your officer in charge, he asks the SSgt, so the SSgt lies, or exclaims it just was a miscommunication.
So you end up getting to attend night courses, but know you are on your bosses bad side because you went over his head for something you are entitled too, and something that worthless human being should be reluctant to assist you with after you have accumulated more awards in 2 years of deployments than he has in his sad pathetic 20 years dodging deployments.
Oh yeah the Marine Corps is so much fun, I love having other people who are mad at the world live my life for me. Some guy with $30,000 in debt and 4 kids on his 3rd wife yet he still manages to talk down to you because you forgot to blouse your right boot, while he goes home and gets drunk only looking foward to coming to work the next day pissed off to order you around like a slave and nitpicking at everything you do. Yelling at you for taking initiative. Yelling at you when you ask to many questions, and don’t forget yelling at you when you decide not to ask questions and wait for instructions.
I fell for Full Metal Jacket, and the recruiters pitch. They don’t lie they just don’t tell you about working parties, field day, mass punishment, haircuts, the working weekends, libo briefs, sitting and waiting, working non stop, civilian clothing regulations, curfew, being 21 but only being allowed 6 beers in your room, no girls in your room. The Marine Corps was indeed the worst decision of my life. I am now in college and loving being free. However I still feel robbed of my childhood and it’s my own fault because I never listened. Hopefully you guys can.
Originally posted by Tyler32Ross on 43things.
A “pause for safety”, huh?
So, let me ask the question:
How does a “professional development day” help with a command that refuses to allow crew chiefs to down an aircraft? It’s a lovely idea, to shuffle everyone into a room, slowly kill them by PowerPoint, check the box that they’ve had their “professional development”. This way we can send them back out to work under the same policies and budgets that will hamstring them tomorrow just as they did yesterday. The only difference?
This time it will be their fault.
Remember, this is what the marine corps is.
Failure is just fine, as long as the paperwork looks good.
When two helicopters slam together in the dark, they can blame lack of “professional development”.
Never mind the fact that the Old Man wants the “bare minimum” for the airframe to get off the ground, so he doesn’t have to answer questions about why he has aircraft down for maintenance.
Never mind that the unit spent half a million dollars on paint and brasso last year, but at least that hangar looks great with the coffins in it. I’m sure it will be of great comfort to the pilot’s widow to know that at least the unit spent its budget, so they’ll probably get the same allocation next year.
The aircraft are held together with duct tape, baling wire and bubble gum. The barracks are crumbling, moldy, rat-infested sewers. These men work in deplorable conditions (unless of course they are officers, but that’s not the point here) at insane hours, but that can’t possibly be the problem.
It must be that they need “professional development”
Anything to avoid an officer being accountable for his men.
If that craziness starts happening you might actually find yourself running a military organization instead of a daycare center.
I have quite a few criticisms of USMC bootcamp, but I’ll begin with this one: The training in bootcamp, isn’t good training (excluding PT, because that obviously is a type of training). Bootcamp is mediocre, real training doesn’t start until SOI.
Every Marine is a rifleman right? The USMC is supposed to be an elite FIGHTING organization that wins battles and effectively kills the enemy. Now honestly answer me this, what kind of combat training did we get in bootcamp? No one really comes out as a “killing machine.” We just come out a motivated boot that thinks we’re the shit. Do we even know what to do when we’re being shot at? And don’t mention the bootcamp IED training, that was extremely brief and rushed. What did we get trained to do? Drill? Is drill that important? Do we have marching competitions against Al Qaeda? Is drill more important than being a war fighter? Did we get trained on how to move like cattle from one place to the other while being on a tight schedule?
Sexual harassment classes and classes on how to speak in the workplace. Really? Do we really need to spend valuable training time on things like that? Everyone knows that rape is bad, rapists will still rape even if a class tells them not to. And how to speak/act politely in a workplace, why are we being so politically correct!? Other than PT, we didn’t get that much training. The training should definitely be improved. During WW2, training time was managed much better and focused on important aspects of being a Marine. In WW2, we didn’t have to go to SOI for additional training, unless it was something specialized. Because back then, as soon as you were out of bootcamp, you were a rifleman. WW2 bootcamp was shorter, and they got more training than we do today. They were taught decent fighting skills, unlike the joke we call MCMAP. They shot their rifles a lot; infact the most they did was shoot their rifles. They got tons of shooting practice. How much do we get now? Barely a week!
We could be learning so many valuable things that could make us good riflemen and help us survive combat. We could be learning how to shoot better, how to better react to ambushes. How to set up and ambush. How to attack an enemy position RTR, suppressive fire, etc. We could be learning valuable combat related skills that could save our lives in a war, after all that’s what the USMC is for! Instead, we get mediocre training (again excluding PT, because the PT is decent IMO though many debate that).
Now, a counter argument would be “But they’re just recruits, they’re not disciplined enough to learn combat tactics.” My response to that is that during WW2, and every conflict before that, they were taught combat tactics and they did just fine. Not only that, but in the US, there are private companies that train ordinary civilians and teach them how to survive in firefights and in combat situations. If ordinary “undisciplined” civilians can successfully learn advanced combat tactics in a few days, then so can recruits in bootcamp. The USMC would save so much money and time as well rather than sending Marines to SOI for another few months to learn things they already learned like combat skills in bootcamp. Think of the time it would save in a wartime situation! The Marines would have good training, and they would be ready much quicker.
Another thing about bootcamp, is that the DI’s always say “IF you become a Marine.” As if it were a near impossibility to make it through bootcamp. Everyone who has been though it knows that pretty much anyone can make it as long as they have steadfastness. We’ve all seen shit bags pass despite being the terrorist of the platoon. Actually no, you don’t even need steadfastness to pass, people who try to quit are still forced to go through it. So if it’s such an elite organization, why does it force people to go through it? If someone doesn’t want do be in bootcamp anymore, would you really want that suicidal/depressed person beside you in a war zone? They could end up committing suicide or going AWOL leading to others getting killed (Bergdahl).
Bootcamp should be the time where if someone doesn’t want to be there, they’ll get sent home. So that way the USMC won’t have to worry about someone who doesn’t want to be there and possibly committing suicide or doing something bad. But of course, the USMC is NOT an elite organization ,nor very well organized. They’re just like the Army, as in they want as many troops as possible to fill a quota. The few the proud, the elite? Nope. They could be doing a much better job, but for some reason, actual training and preparation for war isn’t important in the eyes of the USMC. I don’t know why, and I hope that someday, a good leader will make the USMC better and make it live up to its name and legacy.
Submitted by: Martinez
Published in the October 13, 2013 issue.
Most Marines first visit iHateTheUSMC.com after a bad day on the job.
In fact, said site founder S–, the majority of first-time visitors stumble upon the site simply by typing “I hate the USMC” into Google’s search bar. Once there, they can find other unhappy Marines to commiserate with or, perhaps, some help for whatever problem they’re facing.
“We have people coming on here who say they have issues with hazing, for example, and they want to know what they can do, or trouble where they aren’t getting paid correctly,” said site co-administrator Tyler Ewing. “They know there’s a way to get it fixed, but they don’t know how to get it fixed.”
S– and Ewing are both Marine Corps veterans who identify with the the active-duty guys who visit their site. S–, 25, started the site shortly after he was discharged in 2010 after one term of service. He intended for it to become a low-key discussion board where Marines could complain or vent frustrations to others like them.
Ewing, 23, who got out in July 2012, discovered the site the same way most do — by typing “I hate the USMC” into Google.
“I found it that way and started posting there, and S– eventually brought me into the fold,” he said.
The site remains unsophisticated; while there is a blog portion where S– and Ewing post submitted stories, a hosted Web comic, and a page of funny Marine-specific “memes,” the most popular section is an anonymous message board with thousands of nested comments: one long running conversation. But the site’s traffic has been steadily growing since its start, S– said, and it now receives 30,000-50,000 hits every month.
In a recent exchange, a user explained he was stuck in a lengthy tour on Okinawa, Japan, and wanted to know how to ask for a permanent change of assignment to another location on the island.
Ewing posted a response citing paragraphs and sections of a Marine Corps order specific to the Marine’s situation and advised him to approach his career planner, armed with the applicable rules.
‘I just want to fix it’ A combat engineer who left the Corps as a corporal, Ewing said he discovered his knack for navigating the complex Marine Corps system of orders and regulations while he was still on active duty. He frequently directs users back to Marine Corps source material: chapter and verse of the Uniform Code of Military Justice, location-specific orders, resources that the Marines offer but that troops may not know about. A drop-down “resources” menu on the website includes everything from a link to the Military OneSource counseling hotline to a step-by-step “how to” guide, compiled by Ewing and S–, for getting out of boot camp once you’ve already begun.
Other posters on iHateThe-USMC ask about processing VA claims or how to request mast. Occasionally, prospective Marines will ask for the no-frills truth about joining the Corps.
Sometimes, S– said, these would-be recruits read what users have to say and decide not to join.
“We don’t lie about the Marine Corps; we just don’t sugar-coat it,” he said. And for the record, he said, “I don’t hate the Marine Corps. I just want to fix it. That’s what I do.”
So far, the admins said, they aren’t aware of any official Marine Corps response to their site, though they’ve heard stories of senior enlisted leaders scrolling through anonymously submitted stories in efforts to incriminate subordinates.
Ewing and S– both cited specific moments in their own Marine Corps experience when they began to be disillusioned with the system. For Ewing, it was the day that he was chewed out by a superior for suggesting his unit use a 7-ton to haul a load of sandbags to build a bunker, rather than lugging them by hand. For S–, an artilleryman, it was a busywork exercise in Kuwait, involving lifting heavy weapons, that ended when one Marine was fatally injured. Regardless, S– says he would do his time in the Marines over again; Ewing would not.
The two share some common beliefs about the Corps after their respective tours of service: They believe many Marine units suffer under leaders who feel they’re above the law and let their emotions dictate their decision-making. And they are convinced the Marine Corps needs a cultural change that will make the ranks more accepting of others and de-emphasize the aggressive “macho” ideal.
“You can’t let masculinity be your leadership trait,” S– said.
I’ve not really seen any real announcement about it so here it goes. It’s time for myself and NINJA_PUNCH to move on. Both of us have important things happening in our lives that simply do not allow us to have the extra time needed to properly lead and manage this community and website.
A while back I asked if anyone would like to step up and start taking over. Master LCpl is that person. Master LCpl has been officially deemed the new leader of this community and has already taken action appointing more mods and making articles. I’ll make sure to keep myself available to everyone here and Master LCpl to offer any advice on how to keep things flowing, however I am officially out of it.
I started this website after I got out in 2010 and it grew larger and more popular than I ever thought it would. The Marine Corps is the cause of the success of this website. Many people like to believe that I caused people to think the way they do about the USMC, but no single person has that power. It would be impossible, no matter what I say or write, to single handedly convince hundreds of thousands of people that the USMC is dysfunctional and needs repair. The USMC causes this website to be popular, and I would love nothing for this website to die out and become nothing but a memory because issues within the organization get resolved. We’ll see if that ever happens. Until then, I will keep this website online, pay the server bills and keep it updated as technology progresses.
One thing that I always hated about the USMC, was that instead of actually trying to be good, they instead try to look like they’re good.
See, in the Marine Corps, it’s a dog and pony show. Looking like you know your shit is better than actually knowing your shit. That’s why uniforms matter so much and perfect uniforms determine how good you are. Nevermind the fact that you have to spend a long time in the field actually doing shit. Being a Marine training, shooting, war fighting makes you a good Marine right? Pfffft of course not, those Infantry guys have dirty uniforms and even put their hands in their pockets, those fucking shitbags!
Another example of this is small, but still a good one: When they make you clean shit. Rather than using disinfectant to you know, clean shit and kill germs, they want you to use your breath to remove the smudge so that way the surface LOOKS clean, rather than actually being clean. Nevermind the fact that you used your nasty ass morning breath that could contaminate the surface and make everyone else sick. That doesn’t matter.
So remember everyone, being a good Marine means looking like you’re a good Marine. Don’t worry about actually being a good Marine, just look good and you’ll be fine. Oh, and don’t put your hands in your pockets you shitbag. If a civilian or someone of another branch sees that, they’ll think less of us (even though they won’t).
Remember being in the USMC means you’re also an attention whore and you need to worry about what others might think. After all, the USMC loves dog and pony shows.
Submitted By: Martinez
I remembered one night, a couple of weeks after my restriction ended I felt the need to relieve myself from the “oki goggles.” That being said those that know what I mean it is when you are confined to the Okinawa bases with very little females to look as as the majority of the populations were men. The women that made up the small percentage were most likely family members or spouses. Of the remaining females, the ones that looked good were always taken and people would do whatever for them. The remaining that were not taken were the ugly slut types that would have a different man every weekend. Eventually getting pregnant. While I was in Okinawa I took every opportunity I could to leave base. To do something. Anything. My usual outings were as followed: McDonald’s, Hoka Hoka Tei, CoCo Ichiban, Kokusai St, Mihara St, Naha, the arcade to name a few. I did what I could to “escape” the EGA even if it meant for a couple of hours.
One of the places I remembered very well was a place called Mihara St. or as many know it as “Whisper Alley.” Now those of you who have been there know what it consist of, rows and rows of hookers;bars and bars in between. I did not want to waste my time chasing tail on base so I did it the smart way and took a honcho out to the place of pleasure. Getting a libbo buddy to come out with you on a work day is very challenging but sometimes a little persuasion and some McDonald’s would usually do the trick so I would always go out on Wednesdays. One night I remember I went to the company’s shit bag room Lcpl. Nasti who was a funny dude to watch as he did not care about being on time to work, doing the right thing or following orders. This dude seriously did not give a shit and I kind of admired him for his bravery. I go knocking on his door and he comes out all drunk. “What up!?” he says. “Want a beer?” Is how I replied but I also implied that he had to come with me to Mihara so that I could get him a beer at the little hole in the wall bars while I did my thing.
“Mihara dori kudasai.” Mihara street please is what I told the honcho driver as he sped out of base. Lcpl. Nasti was burping and slurring in the back seat and I was speaking my Japanese to the honcho driver. We arrive in the zig zag concrete jungle at middle part of the island where all the apartments and condos end up leading you to this hidden hub of eutopia where you could actually have a good time drinking and look at some beautiful national women with out the repercussion of being in trouble of having a female in the barracks. I got Lcpl. Nasti some sake and some Orion beer and he was happy watching a base ball game on T.V. I went out to do my shopping and I did my thing for about 45 minutes. I get relieved of all the stress I had for the day and I go back to the (Izakaya) Japanese for little bar and I expect to see Lcpl. Nasti waiting for me to go back on base. What I saw was Lcpl. Nasti leading a little Japanese party with Japanese men and women in suits, eating sushi, beer in one hand, arms over each other while Lcpl. Nasti was standing up singing kareoke. I come in and he introduces me to the nationals and they bought five more bottles of sake for all of us to drink. Fast forward a couple of hours and Lcpl. Nasti is slapping me in the face and I am knocked the fuck out on the couch this time the T.V off, the chef cleaning up, the nationals gone and Lcpl. Nasti poiting to his watch. I look down and see that we have fifteen minutes to get back on base or else we get burned. We get a taxi and pay him extra to drive extra fast to get us back on base. We make it at 2356, four minutes before inferno time and we make it back to the barracks. I go to my room at around 0200 and pass out into a drunken spell. Two and a half hours later we get woken the hell up by Sgt. Nazi and all his Corporals and we are ordered to get our stuff ready for a stupid change of command ceremony that I totally forgot about. I get up, ground spinning, put my shit on and try to go out when my roommate points out that I am missing an alligator clip and motivatingly says he won’t “let me” get out of the room like that and he proceeds to get the NCO’s. They come in and start chewing my ass and telling me to find it but I could not find it as I did not have it. Finally one Corporal lends me a spare one and called me a “shit bag” for not being prepared.
Lcpl. Nasti also woke up late as he was drunk as usual and you saw a group of NCO’s gathered around him screaming to his face. He was just impervious as usual as he did not give a shit. We all finally get in formation after all our uniforms, LBV’s, canteens and rifle slings were inspected and we were waiting to stand by to march to the armory to pick up our weapons. The clouds were looking pregnant and we knew that there was going to be some serious rain to come and we waited inside in the first floor by the duty before we went out. “What that fuck are you doing motherfuckers!” Sgt. Burn said “get the fuck outside in fucking formation dick faces!” Is what he replied. We get outside in formation and just wait. We heard a thunder and “boom” is what we heard as it came with out a warning. The rain was hitting first a couple of yards behind us and the rain drops sounded like hail hitting the floor. We got soaked in 3 seconds from cover to boot and it was a rain that did not let up. We were getting so soaked that the bill of the cover looked like a little water fall falling in front of your face. All the Sgt’s were discussing inside what to do and decide who was going to march us to the armory. I guess a couple of them forgot to march or they did not do any Corporals or Sergeants courses. Anyways we were outside in this heavy ass rain for a long time while the Sergeants were arguing and had to call another Sergeant to march us to the platoon. As the Sergeant finally comes out I am freezing, miserable and sick to my stomach from last night’s escapade. As soon as I heard the “rrrrrrright, FACE!” I said to myself, “this is going to be one long day.”
01 Stupid haircuts
02 Duty 03 Formations
04 Weapons maintenance (all day)
05 Field Day
06 Having a shit bag with a disgusting house come white glove your room and fail you for “dust” that you need a microscope to see
07 You should avoid repeating your mistakes
08 Mass punishments that get you constantly hammered and fucked with despite having a completely clean record
09 They stationed you in Yuma or 29 palms
10. Your unit invented “LCpl’s Course”
11. The field in the cold/rain/snow/hail/hot/sandstorms/any number of the above.
12. The countless dry runs you have to do before you even get to run the range with real rounds.
13. The standing by to stand by to stand by while standing by.
14. Death by powerpoint.
15. Police calling anything and everything.
16. Spending your own money on shit you don’t need. Think gear lists…
18 – 15 minutes prior to 15 minutes prior.
19 – 14 Area Chow Hall @ Pendleton.
20 – Substandard Barracks.
21 – Field Day being totally blow out of proportion.
22 – The promotion system that nobody will fix.
23 – Government Travel Cards linked to your personal credit.
24 – “COME HERE DEVIL DOG”
25. G.I. Bill gives you free college, and college doesn’t have a ridiculous and antique set of rules that enforce “order” and “Discipline”
26. Hypocritical leadership i.e. Ninja Punching Frenzies that create an awkward/uncomfortable environment
27. Safety Standowns
28. exaggerated stories of when your SNCO was a Corporal, and how he “ran shit” back then
29. Looking busy to look busy; because if you sit and play angry birds; it’s bad juju.
30. Unit goes dry
32. medical science experiment day ( doc i swear to all living shit if you miss one more time, i’m fucking you up)
33. people who without the rank structure would be the Pulitzer prizes for the darwin awards
34. shitting in a shitter that shits back at you (31st MEU ace know those poopers)
35. Being put on comrats and being reminded any cooking devices in the barracks are contraband
36 Not being able to have a freaking coffee pot out of fear of your burning down a stone barracks
37. The barracks never having working anything or repair crews available, but Housing gets individual fixes in under 24 hours
38. 6 cans of beer is ok, but 7 cans is an OMGWTFISWRONGWITHYOUDEVILDOG
39. PT at 5 am
40. NCOs telling boots your a psychopath and are going to shoot up the squadron because you own a few guns
41. Working parties
41- Because you get told things like, “No whistling in uniform.”
42- Grass is meant to be walked on.
43- Again, tattoos.
44- At 21, I feel like I’m 50.
45- Not being trusted with Whiskey in the barracks.
46. Being able to keep your hands warm by using your pockets.
47. Not having to wear a belt with your street clothes
48. Being able to buy whatever you want with out routing paperwork for nice things
49. Your personal firearms can remain in your possession
50. Getting fucked with at work can’t follow you home any more, if it does you can sue the bastards
51. The humor and shit talking rises above the 8th grade level
52. midtwenties is the perfect age for picking up college freshmen and sophomores
53. If you want to go somewhere, go, no paperwork needed or wanted
54. Keep all the booze in your house you want, fuck start a distillery
55. Job sucks? Quit and find a new one
56. Bosses all idiots? Start your own business and show them that they suck
57. Sleeves, boot blouses and a haircut are worth more then performance and attitude ever will be
58. No one gives a shit if your one minute late in the real world
59. 15 prior is on time, no that is called early, on time is on time
60. No one is checking your gig line in a suit and tie
61. You can unbutton a suit jacket and get more comfortable
62. Being too boot to know anything, if your answer does not agree with the worldview of someone senior
63.. Being too senior to get away with anything, if you’re not still in boot camp in the worldview of someone senior
64. SHOW SOME INITIATIVE! YOU’RE A GOD DAMNED ____!!!/WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TO MAKE DECISIONS?! YOU’RE JUST A ___!
65. Duty being responsible for things they have absolutely zero control/influence over (i.e. Cpl. Schmuckatelli beating his wife to death in base housing because he caught her in bed w 1st Sgt. Dicklick)
66. If you forget your ID card you can still eat.
67. The food you eat most likely wont make you shit out bloody, hemmy inducing golf balls.
68. If you make a legal fuck up/mistake you won’t get charged and punished twice for it.
69. Your hair doesn’t require a weekly reboot to retard, at your own expense.
71. Girls will still think you’re a badass.
72. You won’t be surrounded by self-inflated, overbearing, loud, immature, tap-out wearing, truck driving, COD playing brohiems. Yeah, you still will be.
73. Your ass can’t take getting screwed over anymore….?
74. Being a Marine in a “Marine” unit with a Navy Commander as the BNCO.
75. You can still be sleeping at 0530
76. Shaving every day can be a pain
77. FOD walks/Police calls
78. Can use toilet after cleaning it without fear of failing inspection the next morning
79. Your manager or supervisor’s spouse won’t try to give your orders or some bullshit
80. Cops are cops but they’re a damn sight better then MPs
81. Forget to shave? Hey man not a problem, try to get that next time
82. What’s a grooming standard?
83. Days off don’t require your boss’s boss’s boss to approve them
84. way more difficult to actually travel to fun countries anymore
85. realizing that no matter how creative, intelligent, or good you are at your job you will still be judged on your haircut and sleeve rolls
86. trivial shit like one of your marines having a handle of Jack in his room become a huge ordeal where you’re at fault
87. getting called on-duty for a formation during libo because someone got caught with a handle of Jack in their barracks room
88. barracks are built in the 1940’s and are falling apart, but it’s the marines’ fault for not taking the initiative to repaint their own walls while simultaneously being told that it’s not their job to repaint the walls
89. Your wife is thinking about enlisting…
90. Doing NOTHING all day and then cramming 20 different tasks into the last 20mins…making you stay until some god awful time as a result. Who the fuck does that in the civilian world, it’d get you fired?
91. Living 20 miles from work, and having to face a 90 minute drive to work when all the units are home from deployment. In a town that doesn’t have public transportation or a true highway system.
92. Being 2 hours late for work because they’re doing mandatory 100% ID checks in the morning. Then being told it’s your fault because you’re a single Sgt who lives off base and the barracks is at 97% capacity.
93. Unit going dry for a month, then non-NCOs being banned from having alcohol in the barracks for the next 3 months because 2 NCOs got DUIs.
94. Getting physically assaulted by and NCO after you’ve told him to stop trashing your room. Three other NCOs standing there let it happen, then explain to you that if you say anything, they’ll claim you swung first.
95. Seniors who hate their off duty lives because they hate their families, and take it out on you by not letting you off work, coming to your barracks constantly to “check on things”, and having mass section punishments in front of the barracks while other Marines from your unit stroll past laughing.
96. Seniors who live in base housing and trash it out, but god forbid your room be untidy while you’re in it.
97. Being dismissed for the weekend and driving an hour to your weekend destination, only to be recalled in 30 minutes after getting there. Having to explain to g/f that “it must be important” so you don’t have to listen to her whine about it being bullshit (cause you already know it is). Getting back to work, being asked “why aren’t you in uniform” when you get there, then being told five minutes after you get there that the reason everyone was called in was to pass word about what time to be back to work on Monday. Ever heard of a fucking phone?
98. Getting thrown out of the chow line trying to get lunch on fourth of July at your makeshift chow hall in your COP/FOB in Iraq for having a five o’clock shadow since you didn’t shave immediately upon returning from your 12+ hour, overnight road repair.
99. Living somewhere that doesn’t have running water for months on end, then being lifed for not having a proper shave or haircut, but god forbid they do something about the fact that you’ve been using a half gallon of water to bathe yourself once weekly.
100. Remembering how stupid you’ve felt for four years after the last re-enlistment.
101. Duty can not be mentioned enough.
102. 24 hour duty followed by a full day of work
103. Duty EVERY sundy in a month, plus 2 other times…married with kids, one duty is on easter.
104. Random SNCO’s coming to your home (barracks) just to harass you for something stupid, like not shaving before you walked 20 feet to the laundry room.
105. Fucktard Os
106. Fucktard SNCOs
107. Fucking with barracks Marines
108. Being constantly reminded about how there’s always someone else who is “more of a Marine” than you are
109. Joint service deployments
110. Cross decking to another service will just make you “that guy” for the rest of your career
111. You’ve just barely managed to start speaking normal english around friends and family again, double dipping’s gonna ensure you have the starts of SNCO syndrome at the least for the rest of your life
112. after a second tour when you go back to college you’ll just be a creepy old guy instead of the cool slightly older dude who can drink whole frats under the table
113. fucking bullshit cannot be restated enough
114. Your life will no longer suck or be decent on the whims of your superiors
115. Staying late at work means they pay you more instead of you losing libo time
116. You can buy your own guns to shoot in the real world and the range fucking nonsense doesn’t come with them
117. You can decorate your personal space with more then just a calendar and a thin layer of pine-sol
118. You can clean said personal space to YOUR satisfaction
119. If the place you live at sucks you can move
120. You don’t have to hide all your personal belongings and seal them in locked boxes every day like someone with an OCD fear of theft
121. You will never have to blouse your boots again
122. College is a full time option as opposed to a nightmare that requires sacrificing your rare libo time and occasionally some of your hard earned leave to acquire
123. You can wake up in the morning and actually think about what you’re going to wear to work124. Federal budget issues will not directly threaten your paycheck
125. Healthcare might cost more, but the Doctors might actually GAF instead of just handing you some motrin
126. It’s not how good you are (i.e. know your job, don’t get a DUI, etc) It’s who you can suck off
127. 2/3 bases you go to will have no attractive/non-scum sucking women within 100+ miles
128. I would much rather be in bed with a sexy little thing than sleeping in some shithole with a bunch of marines. continued…
129. Duty, barracks life, field day.
130. Getting your base driving privileges revoked because the cops gave you a DUI ticket DESPITE the absolute lack of evidence of intoxication. 0.00% BAC, clean SACO piss test. cocoa-bandits. Still no word on the County’s magical spice test that was taken four months ago.
131. Getting lifed by the same female sergeant that I woke up in my room mates rack (when we were LCpls). I didn’t give her the proper greeting of the day….
132. Staying an extra two hours at work to field day the shop. Shop is mega clean in half an hour, the SNCO’s wanna hang around and BS so they find “cobwebs and dust” on the lights, the lights that are 20 feet above the floor.
133. The epically retarded field days when a general decides to come and visit. The last one was checking in on the MWSS, not the MALS at all, yet our division, 6 miles separated from EVERYBODY ELSE ON THE STATION spent 10 hours cleaning.
134. The SNCO’s believe that we should buy cleaning supplies for the shop with our own money.
135. Come into work 5 minutes late and your are the epitome of a shitbag, no matter how hard you work your ass off everyday. When a SNCO rolls in an hour late, in civvies, its mostly expected.
136. The Cpl who has a third class PFT, somehow skips PT at the commands blessing, one det to Iwakuni two years ago, no Cpls course, fat, retarded, etc. Has higher pros and cons because of a CDI stamp. As in default 4.7/4.7s. The other guy with the first class, two deployments, Cpls Course, Expert, etc, but is about a month away from this wonderful CDI stamp gets 4.5/4.5 at the best stretch.
137. Picking up everybody elses cigarette butts. Picking up nightcrew’s cigarette butts, because honestly, why the fuck would they care?
138. At any time, the duty can walk into my room for whatever he feels like. A police officer out in town would need a fucking warrant.
139. Marines have too many bosses
140. The words “I need volunteers” makes you cringe and look away, even as a civilian
141. My senior leadership has committed more heinous crimes than most junior marines I seen
142. My four year tan belt doesn’t really help me in a fight
143. My junior marines that are married live with diplomatic living quarters immunity.
144. Somebody say “SgtMaj Vines” yet?
145. Your barracks rotting from the inside out. Mold covering civilian clothes that HAD TO BE FUCKING FOLDED A CERTAIN WAY and locked up even though you washed them 3 days ago.
146. Glow belts. Not only will you die without one but it’ll either be because someone won’t notice the ENTIRE FUCKING BATTALION doing a fucking road hump/pt’ing and will run your ass over. Or you will be mistaken for a haji and shot on site by the first person who you come across.
147. Some fat piece of shit never leaves the wire E8 lifing the fuck out of you for having your hands in your pockets at 7am coming off an overnight convoy. Yes my hands are fucking cold, thanks for your concern.
148. “Well Chief your guys are very sound tactically, your weapons are clean and your trucks are fueled. That’s all well and good, but I noticed a few of your guys could use a shave. Have you thought about having them take a small hygiene kit in their camelbaks?”–From the SSGT adviser to our BTN
149. That outergarmet that was issued to you is not an approved outergarmet. It must be worn UNDER your uniform.
150. That hat you’re wearing is only acceptable during the hours of darkness. Dusk doesn’t count. Neither does right before dawn.
151. ATTENTION TO DETAIL TURD!!!! They act like if you can’t fucking fold a skivvie stack correctly you won’t find the IED, like they’re directly correlated.
152. From an Airforce ROTC Cadet: Officers to be are selected solely by numbers like GPA and not any real leadership ability or potential, much less the ability to put a uniform on right (for the Airforce list)
153. Don’t go to medical just get some PT in you’ll feel better, coughing up blood isn’t serious
154. You gained weight because of medication the military put you on? Completely your fault LCpl quit being a fat fuck
155. A speck of dust in your room means you have a colony of rodents living with you and your about to die from Ebola
157. If you have some hairs on your neck, you’re the biggest shit bag the Corps has ever seen.
158. You have to fill out an ORM to drive over 100 miles.
159. Sitting in a formation while some officer talks for hours and hours.
160. Singing cadence while marching.
161. Singing cadence ever.
162. The Chow hall.
163. Having to beg to live off base away from a building that should be condemned.
165. You won’t be pulled from you’re home to go stand guard at the office.(Duty in the barracks.)
166. Even though you’ve NEVER failed a field day inspection in 3 years 11 months 3 weeks and 6 days, and you are literally leaving straight from formation to DPAC to pick up your DD214 and leave for good, they STILL make you stand for room inspection.
167. You’ll have more money after you get out because you won’t have to rely on alcohol and nicotine to make it through the soul crushing pain of every day existence
168. Acting like an adult instead of an over grown teenager with a paycheck becomes sociably acceptable
169. If some random jackass around you gets injured he’s no longer your problem because he’s a junior Marine from your unit
170. YOU CAN ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING ABOUT SHITBAGS (like get the fuckers fired)
171. Job performance actually dictates your level of compensation and future career more then incidental things like your haircut and how fast you can run a big circle
172. You might work with idiots, but you don’t have to live with the bastards any more
173. Mass punishment is now called harassment or mistreatment of employees
174. You don’t have to lat move and reenlist to get a better or different job
175. You can see your significant other on a regular basis
178. Business trips will not last close to a year or require you to have a rifle and flak jacket.
179. Haircut? maybe next month
180. Losing a tool (outside of civilian aircraft maintenance) is a mild annoyance instead of an earth shattering freak out by your ENTIRE command
181. Staying late means more time on the clock, talk as much as you want boss
182. No one gives a shit of about your “Moostach hairs”
183. You can walk around with your shirt tails out
184. You can walk around looking like a bunch of elvises
185. You can walk around looking like a cowboy
186. You can walk around looking like a bunch of cowboy elvises
187. Beanies/Watch Caps can be worn at any hour your head is cold
188. Mr. Potato head goes from lethal threat to harmless child’s toy
189. Charms and apricots are no longer the spawn of satan, just nasty and stupid respectively
190. Theres another one, NO MORE MREs!!!
191. Wallets never need to be kept in your socks.
192. Unions and strikes help control your evil bosses. Perhaps one day junior Marines will organize a mutiny and reclaim their humanity and souls!
193. Whenever someone asks for volunteers, it’s never, “I need volunteers…to escorts these super-models around base.”
194. Pros & Cons really do not reflect at all.
195. You’re allowed to walk and multitask.
196. Nobody will ever pull their car over, stopping traffic, just to yell at you for doing the above.
197. Walking and eating, why wouldn’t you?
198. You can use all the pockets you have on your clothing with out fear of retribution
199. Not having to spend another four years as a LCPL.
200. Not having to go back to Iraq [Afghanistan] again.
202. My boss will no longer make decisions that can/will get me killed
203. “IF IT AIN’T RAININ’ WE AIN’T TRAININ!”
204. Lectures from Staff n O about how “Paying bills is important” when I am older than both and have more life experience living on my own than both combined.
205. Anything in a motor pool
206. Motard speech
207. Shoes for work will not cost $150
208. Choice of where to live (anywhere in the country … hell world)
210. Getting told by gunny who is holding a formation: “Stand by right here I need to go have a staff meeting” (happened friday)
211. Made up words – ie orientate
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212. Getting a job, showing up 15 minutes early and it’s weird.
213. Buying a motorcycle and nobody gives a shit
214. Leaving your normal place of work for an extended period of time (business trip) will probably last less than 2 weeks.
215. The Civilian Judicial System doesn’t have “General Article” to get you arrested because the cop is pissed off
216. *at least for us small town folk* When people hear you’re a Marine they’re convinced, regardless of how much you try to explain to them that you’re a paper pushing POG that you can kill a man with a paperclip, pilot a helicopter, drive a tank and anything else they saw in Call of Duty.
218. Appropriate Civilian Attire
219. When your work day ends, you don’t have to rush home to start drinking so if your boss calls you in at 11:30pm to take care of something my 5 year old daughter could do you can explain to him that you’re too drunk to work.
220. No safety standarounds
221. You want a day off? Talk to someone else and trade shifts.
222. It’s Friday and your boss doesn’t tell you how to be safe on a weekend
223. No uniform inspections
224. No unit PT
225. Not dealing with NMCI and S6 (who will send you back and forth forever)
226. You can get something other than 800mg of ibuprofen and water for anything ranging from a spriained toe to a missing limb.
227. Want to call someone while you’re driving? Have at it.
228. Large beds. That only you have slept on, had sex in, beat off in, committed war crimes in, whatever.
229. No more mass punishment
230. No more piss poor preparation
231. no more fucking mci’s
232. Spending over a year in a down medical status and being diagnosed with PTSD/Alcoholism/Psychosis because I received a pg 11 for underage drinking while the COs little pet gets off with a shortened rank reduction period for a DUI.
233. If you want to take vacation, you request your time off and go… unlike the Marine Corps, where you have to say where you are going, give the plan of how you are getting there, timelines, fill out an ORM, go through counseling, and talk with the 1stSgt and CO about your upcoming trip.
234. You no longer will have to salute people that you would rather beat up and give a swirly (Bootenants)
236. No more hearing “Pen, Water, Biscuit, Choco-LOT, Mister Mister, or AMRIKA #1”
239. being told when i have to be back on base and how far away im allowed to go
240. Random “Health and Comfort” inspections that are basically searches for contraband
241. No more mortar attacks, rocket attacks, or fobbit rushes.
242. No more IEDs.
243. There’s no such thing as a space marine.. [Reply from Fox: …yet.]
244. No more showing up for a flight 6 hours prior
245. No more loading your own bags for said flight
246. No more waking up at oh dark stupid to draw a weapon for a hike
247. i’ll pick up in rank due to the vast knowledge of my job.
248. i’ll get paid more cause i work more, and harder then the jackass next to me.
249. EVERY LAZY FUCK CAN TAKE OUT HIS/HER OWN fuckING TRASH!
250. getting a page 11 because youre underweight and can’t afford to feed yourself
251. having hair on your head longer than your pubic hair
252. i could wear a beater wherever i want to unapologetically
253. Getting told to stop fucking around on the computer so I can clean the shop (the last crew left it looking like ass). Thirty minutes later getting stuck as phone watch so everyone can play 31 in the shop I just cleaned.
254. FUCKING PHONE WATCH
255. The inability to read minds. (Duty day off, word is passed and I’m not there, nobody calls me). I’m expected to know to call to check on word that had been passed thrice with no deviation to see if it’s still true. But I don’t. Tries to run me UA. Are youf shitting me, Guns? I swear to Christ I will burn your house down on Christmas eve and when your house is burning down I ill tell your kids there is no Santa.
256. Liberty cards
257. Waking at at 4:30 for PT…
258. living off base and waking at 4:00 for PT :/
259. Running at whatever pace I want to. Or not running at all. It doesn’t matter.
260. No more GMTs
261. I have a big ass dog and didn’t ask anyone for permission to get one.
262: Hello boss, I’m buying a motorcycle…. Boss: And you’re telling me this because…
263: Being able to conceal carry.
264: Hello boss, I am getting married….. Boss: Congrats?
265. Hello Boss, I want to travel to this place this weekend (place is far away)….Boss: Stop calling me and telling me about your shit dumbass, I don’t fucking care. Thanks for letting me know, but please don’t call me unless you won’t be able to make it to work.
266: BIG ASS TITTIES! [Fox Response: Invalid reason. It’s definitely easier to get a hold of some big ass titties while you’re still in.]
267. Not having to rely on porn for attractive females. They actually exist out in the civilian world.
268. 266. No threat of being stopped/ID’d/breathalized/pulled over/searched everytime you pull into work.
269. When the Government shuts down, you will still get paid. (considering you work in the private sector.)
270. No matter how big of dick your boss is, he can’t come to your house and tell you how to clean your toilet, sink, make a bed…
271. Liberty Briefs.
272. Port Liberty Breifs.
273. Getting a liberty brief for hours when porting in HAWAII. So we can “practice” for other countries…
274. Even as a Sergeant getting treated like a kid/punished because some Sergeant or other NCO in a different section you never deal with fucked up.
275. Freshwater systems on Navy ships that don’t work. (Water Conservation…)
276. 30+ Year old Navy ships that take two months to get you to the fight, then break down in the middle of the Pacific ocean on your way home (Happened on both ships I was on both times I went with the MEU)
277. Listening to NAMs being given to S1 clerks for creating excel documents when you just spent 7 months working your ass off every day and night to ensure the missions you are given (inside and outside your MOS) are completed and completed well.
278. Your Bn Commander getting a Bronze star for being the Bn Commander. (Who almost never left Hotel California in TQ while you were sweating it out in a FOB)
279. Pulling weeds all day and then finding out you won’t even be getting paid on the 1st. The only thing missing was a guy on a horse with a shotgun
280. Ridiculous PT sessions at 0530 and 40 degrees with some retard that doesn’t bring his sweats and the entire group has to go bare legs.
281. Won’t have to listen to retards call cadence.
282. No more motard cadence. Yes, I understand you want to kill something. This is the airwing. Lat move or GTFO.
283. Screaming your motard cadence loud enough to wake up the barracks gets you points with your SNCO’s.
284. No more cadence.
285. 15 minutes of warming up for PT won’t turn into mini kill sessions because the guy leading the ‘warm up’ won’t be a motard and want to show off how awesome he thinks he is because he thinks we’ll care.
286. The Navy redirecting the AC so that they get icicles in their birthings and the Marines get nothing.
287. Lining up and waiting about 2 hours for chow on ship… and it of course tastes horrible.
288. Mackie Hall
289. Being mass punished with sleeping in tents if EVERYONE does not pass field day
290. Even if you are in a Grunt company, you’ll still probably have a POG-ass 1stSgt.
291. Crazy-ass SNCO’s that just can’t bear to see Marines doing nothing. This is when bullsh*t time fillers start happening.
292. Collecting brass
293. Formations before a 96 that go something like this. BN Formation lasts 1 Hr. Then released to Company formation which lasts 45 minutes. Then released to your platoons which takes another 30 minutes. Then released to your squad/section for a 15 minute libo brief when at the end, you are volunteered for a working party to take part in before you are finally released… from the working party formation where someone you never met and didn’t know was in your units gives you another brief.
294. Haircuts. I get them whenever the fuck I want to. I distinctly remember getting yelled at in Kuwait at the first morning muster (faggy squiddy talk for “formation) at 6 after being out of Iraq for less than 10 hours because my hair was completely unsat. Then I got yelled at again at the second muster at 8 because my hair hadn’t been cut yet. Fucking barber didn’t open till like 10 or some shit.
295. The pre-muster muster. Arriving 15 minutes early to be 15 minutes early for the pre-muster muster to tell you that there will be some word passed at a muster in an hour.
296. Never having to listen to fobbit war stories again about how that one time on Al-Asad intel said that there may be rockets capable of landing somewhere in between the TCP and ECP fences and how hardcore that was.
297. Never having to listen to some douchebag tell everyone about how “we build, we fight” is an ethos and a way of life.
298. Being able to fire people who are pieces of shit and do nothing but complain about how hard it is to sit in their room and get paid to play COD all day… because they had to run 3 miles that morning.
301. Haters that can’t pass a PFT or qual on the range but say you picked up because you “suck dick.” actually, i can see this happening in the real world… haters will hate.
302. People can’t hide behind their rank in the real world… say something fucked up and you might get hit.
303. Not having to listen to a guy who went from living with mom and dad to living with uncle sam tell you about how hard the civilian life is and that you should re-enlist when you moved out of home at 17 and didn’t join the corps till 22.
304. Not having to clean up “ghost turds” that accumulate only because of the nasty fucking wool blanket you FORCE me to keep on my bed.
305. Posting moto-pics on your facebook just got cool again…
306. You can wear all of your deployment/unit skivvy shirts in town and not look like a d-bag.
307. White socks
308. The new people who come to your workplace aren’t scared into being completely and totally incompetent retards.
310. hot and cold water in the shower, unlike gator-Navy berthing, it was nothing but icewater for 4 months straight
311. I can piss in my back yard without worrying that someone is staring at my dick through a Gboss
312. Officers that have no leadership potential, yet got into OCS because of a Botany Degree.
313: A college degree means you have the ability to be an officer
314: College degrees don’t mean your intelligent or competent, yet you will still work for this person
315. My shower curtain doesn’t have to be only one solid color, with no designs.
316. I can make my bed with whatever I want, any way I want, if I even want to make my bed.
317. Random people do not get to walk through my closet every week, even though *wink wink* my closet isn’t open since that’s against the rules.
318. A former supervisor (Sgt type) who got kicked out of the “office” because even the “boss” got tired of him, does not get to run rampant through peoples living spaces.
319. If I don’t feel the need for a shower mat, it’s not a big deal.
320. My toothbrush is no longer “gear adrift” that has to be secured.
321. If the cops pull up en masse to my neighborhood, everybody doesn’t neccesarily feel the compulsion to get rid of their lighter fluid or that 7th beer.
Just something that irritates me to no end. SO YOU WISH TO EXPATRIATE YOURSELF FROM THE USMC TO BACK HOME SO YOU CAN SMOKE WEED OR BE HEINOUS..
Okay, so I’m not bashing on the idea of enjoying some all natural herbal supplements, but I’d appreciate some help that’s offered to those who are “Involuntary separating”, which is defined as such:
In the case of a regular enlisted member serving on active duty, the member is
(A) denied reenlistment, or
involuntarily separated from active duty if discharged under honorable or
general (under honorable conditions) and as discussed below.
Good afternoon. Let me get this out of the way: I am a SNCO. Gasp! That may make you immediately think I am your enemy. I am not, I assure you. Here’s another one: I was a DI for 3 years. OMG, that must make me a complete asshole, right? Nope. I stumbled upon this website and have read a few of the articles. While I may not agree with many of the opinions I have read about our shared organization, I do appreciate the fact that the architects of this website are trying to pass on knowledge by posting various Marine Corps orders. Knowledge is very important and is one of the leadership traits. Every organization (military, civilian, business, etc.) has rules and regulations that they expect their members and employees to follow. It is important to note that in the Marine Corps, every single order and regulation is published by an officer. Look at any MCO and you will not find a SNCO signature on it. SNCOs do not make policy. Our job is to enforce policy, regardless if we agree with it or not.
There are many misconceptions and a general lack of knowledge in regard to USMC orders and regulations. This is a trend I see for every rank, not just junior Marines. Many SNCOs and officers do not know the information or where to find it. For example, when asked why a Marine had not received a haircut in a while, his response was that the order stated he only had to get one once a pay period. Which order, I asked? THE order, was his reply. You know…..the haircut order. I asked him to please print it off and bring it to me so that I can educate myself on the proper frequency of haircuts. He could not find any such order. I showed him the website where to find every MCO and asked him to pass on what he learned to everyone else. There is not just THE order, there are hundreds of them! There is nothing in MCO P1020.34G that references how often Marines should get a haircut. It simply states what the haircut regulations are. 0-3, evenly graduated. Was this a PFC with only a few months of service? Nope, it was a Sgt who has been in for 10 years. Another common misconception is regarding the wear of t-shirts while in uniform. Up until a couple years ago, I had never seen a Marine not wear a t-shirt in cammies. I had a Marine show up without wearing one. I told him to go put one on and he tactfully informed me that he was not required to wear one per the uniform regulations. Yeah right, I thought. Okay, I will play your game. Show me. He did! It is there in black and white. T-shirts are optional in uniform unless the commander specifies that you have to wear one in formation for uniformity purposes. I am humble enough to admit when I am wrong. I told my platoon what happened, that I was wrong and gave them the info on the wear of skivvie shirts. Holy shit, a SNCO actually told Marines that they didn’t have to wear a skivvie shirt? Yup. Again, its not MY rules. It’s the Commandant’s rules, I just enforce them. If the CMC said that from now on, we are all going to unblouse our boots and grow beards……roger that. Hey Devil, why aren’t your boots unbloused? Why don’t I see hair on your face? Again, SNCOs don’t make policy, we enforce it. I cannot speak for every single SNCO, but I personally don’t give a flying fuck what the order says, my job is to ensure we are all in compliance. Simple.
Long story short, it is important for all of you that are still in to understand what the regulations are. There is a MCO governing every single thing we do. Please educate yourselves. Don’t listen to your buddy or your roommate because 9 times out of 10, they are wrong. They haven’t actually seen it themselves or they heard it from someone else. Research the orders yourself so you know what the actual info is. If someone is telling you to do something that is contrary to an order, tactfully inform them what the proper regulations are. That means you have to know your shit. You can’t tell an NCO that you don’t have to field day because MCO 1234 says so. You will look like an idiot and will have lost all credibility. You have to actually read the shit and know the regulations. BCP is another one. That gets screwed up constantly. Read the BCP order and you will know whether or not the proper procedures are being used. Do it, not because you want people to know you are right, but for the fact that you know something is being done incorrectly and you want to improve the organization. You can complain about the Corps all day long, but if you are not doing something to improve it, then you are part of the problem. I am passionate about Marines educating themselves and I can’t stand it when false information is being spread around.
If I hear an NCO tell a Marine that they have to do such and such because “the order” says so, I will take that NCO aside and ask them to produce the order and show that Marine where it states that. Every MCO can be found here: http://www.marines.mil/News/
Hopefully, someone learned something by reading this. Knowledge is power.
Thanks for reading. Have a great day.
Submitted by: Gunny
When I began my four-year degree program at North Carolina State
University, I wanted something more in life than just a 9-5 job. I had this
clear vision of leaving a positive impact on the world, this grand plan that
through selfless sacrifice and pure love for my country, I could once again
restore the patriotism that has been lost and over come the anti-American
sentiment that had become so prevalent in the United States as well as the
world. I wanted my future wife and children to be proud of what I had
accomplished, not a false sense of love and lack of respect because I have a
well paying job and I can buy shiny things, so I found the United States Marine
The day I graduated with my bachelor’s degree, the first thing I did, the
VERY FIRST THING was drive to the local Officer Selection Office in Raleigh,
North Carolina. I immediately began the paperwork process and challenged myself everyday to lower my run time and increase the maximum amount of pull-ups I was able to preform. My initial PFT score was around 250, with a
horrible run time. Within a few months, the score increased by nearly 30 points, with me doing well over 20 pull-ups; something I’ve never been able to do in my life. I was running almost every day at a local park that had great terrain for pushing my endurance to the max.
While I was enrolled in the Officer Selection Program, the Captain told
me very bluntly that I would not be able to participate in Active Duty OCS
since the USMC cancelled a few training sessions for them due to the budget
cuts. The USMC was downsizing drastically and the only thing I would be able to join (at my age 27) was the officer reserves. Although my heart was
set on active duty, I decided that my best bet was to join the ranks of the reserve
officers as he had suggested. I continued to train on my own time and worked as much as I could to save up money after college. After a year went by, the Captain told me that it would be hard to get me in the USMC at all.
I told him that this was something I really wanted, so he suggested I
talked to an enlisted recruiter. Upon his advice, I spoke with a Staff Sergeant who got me going with the enlisted paperwork. I told him that my wish was to go Intel, but he said that the job slots for that were taken, so he recommended I signed for a job that was available and he could make the switch later. I signed, like a naïve fool, believing the words of this marine; after all, marines don’t lie,
right? My ship out date was originally scheduled for December 15th
In August of 2014, my girlfriend was forced to move to Woodbridge, Virginia
by her parents. I followed her with the consent from both Captain and the Staff Sergeant. In September, my package was finally submitted to face my first officer selection board. I had high hopes because I thought I had proved my dedication to the Marine Corps by enlisting, making the package shine that much brighter. I called Captain about a week later and he said that I was not selected.
While I was upset, I still had hope: there was another selection board in
November. In the meantime though, I kept in touch with the enlisted side, asking them nearly every week if they had the Intel job for me yet.
Finally, November rolled around and I called Captain up and asked him about the board. I should have known something was wrong when he said “I haven’t heard from you in a while; you still are trying to join?” after explaining to him how much I have been training, he told me he would let me know the results of the package as soon as he hears anything at all. I never heard from him again; instead, it was the staff sergeant who informed me that I did not make the cut and I was very upset.
So, going with plan B, I asked the staff sergeant if he had secured my Intel slot. He replied “No, but I’ll make it happen before December”
About a month before I shipped out, I had already put in notice at my job, told my landlord my last day that I would be living at my residence and even sold my car to pay off the remaining debt I had on my credit card; my confidence and trust in the staff sergeant to secure my Intel slot was so strong because he was a United States Marine. He was the symbol of honor, courage and commitment; he was a hero to me along with all the other men and women who wore the eagle, globe and anchor.
December 9th, I drove down to North Carolina to get ready to leave for boot camp. My family was so proud of me, and my girlfriend was too; she supported the hell out of me and still does to this day. I love her with all of my heart and soul.
I spoke with a new staff sergeant of Cary, North Carolina. The first thing he did was apologize to me for the previous staff sergeant who was there. I was told that he never once tried to reserve my desired Intel job, and that I never got it, but I was given a reassuring “Don’t worry, Avionics is a great job field, you’ll love it”
At this point, several red flags popped up, and I felt sick.
I thought to myself “I gave up everything based on the words of this Marine, and I was lied to. I have no job, no place to live and no vehicle aside from a motorcycle to ride in the beginning of winter near DC. What am I going to do?”
Reluctantly, I went to MEPS and prepared to ship out on Monday, the 15th. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t enjoy myself…I even started smoking…something I’ve never done before in my life, but it helped a little with the massive amount of stress.
Monday eventually came, and I found myself sitting in a chair at the processing center, asking myself “What the fuck am I doing? Do I want this? Can I trust these people?!” The answer I concluded was “No, I can’t trust anything unless its documented on paper”.
I spoke with the MEPS liaison and told him if I can’t get Intel, then I will still join, but as a reservist only. After many attempts to convince me to ship out under my Avionics contract, including promises of “I’ll make a personal phone call just for you when you get to Parris Island and I’ll make sure you get Intel myself”, I turned them down and said I wouldn’t go unless they promised me in writing there that I would be given Intel. Needless to say, they wouldn’t do it, so they
called Ssgt over a speaker phone while I was sitting and waiting, “What
do you mean that stupid mother fucker won’t ship out?! That fucking piece of
I should have known right then and there what character he was…but again, I
wanted to believe in the uniform and its meaning, so like an idiot, I chalked it up to him just overreacting out of stress, or frustration and I didn’t take his words serious. Hell, we’ve all taken things out of proportion when they don’t go the right way…so I wrote it off.
I left MEPS, contacted my former employer and landlord and they graciously
helped me out in my situation.
Before I left to go back to DC, I stopped at the enlisted office in Cary, NC to get going on my reservist contract. When I arrived, Ssgt greeted me warmly, apologizing for the problems. When I told him I wanted the reserves, he tried to convince me to stay active duty. I told him it was either Intel or reserves, so he actively sought out an Intel contract for me while he said he was working on my reserve paperwork. I was told that I would ship out on March 3rd, 2015 for the reserves as an open contract out of NC.
When I left North Carolina, my father wouldn’t speak to me. He viewed me as
a fraud and a coward (although he has never served in any branch.
My mother and I went for a walk around the local park, and she began crying, saying that she wanted my existence to be special, and she really thought I was going to join and how proud she was of me. I told her that I still was joining but as a reservist if they could not get me an Intel contract. Seeing her cry broke my fucking heart and mentally ruined me for the next two and a half months before I joined. I felt like the piece of shit my father made me out to be, so I started drinking heavily and continued the tobacco use.
My girlfriend drove me back to Virginia, saying that she loves me no matter what path I choose in life. I knew she was disappointed as well, but I knew her love was strong enough to overcome anything as it has so far proved to be.
I left North Carolina with about 300 dollars in my bank account and lived dirt poor, not even being able to pay my landlord for the first month of me returning. Him being enlisted Army personnel understood what I went through; he is a good man.
When I arrived back in Virginia, I visited an officer selection office based on the recommendation of my girlfriend to see what exactly happened with my officer package. I’m glad she convinced me to go, because I found out, through the Officer Selection Office in Fairfax Virginia, that my Officer Package was NEVER EVEN SUBMITTED! Captain was lying to me about sending it. Why? I’m not sure. Perhaps it was because my GPA was a lousy 2.1 when I graduated, rendering it not very competitive, or because I was now living hundreds of miles away from the Raleigh Officer Selection Office. You know, I would have been upset if he said he didn’t want to submit it, but I would have gotten over it and worked with the enlisted side. Instead, I waited a year and a half for nothing. I wasted time and effort. I didn’t actively seek out a career with my degree based on believing that I would become a marine in the very near future; instead I waited tables, barely scraping by. That’s not Captain’s fault though; I should have sought out a better paying job. I was just stupid. Had the Captain told me that I was not going to be accepted, I would have done something with my life, whether enlisting or finding a private sector career, rather than playing the food industry game.
On January 12th, Ssgt contacted me saying he got me the job I wanted. I signed my job SOU and felt great. I saw what I wanted in writing and I proceeded to believe him. I told my landlord and employer once again that I had a new ship date set for February 9th.
When that weekend finally rolled around, I once again came back to NC, and my father thought I was going to back out again. I ignored him, and spent as much time with my family as I could, as well as my girlfriend. Since I didn’t have much money, I decided on selling more of my possessions. When I shipped to Parris Island, I felt scared as hell as if i made a horrible decision, as most recruits probably do.
Once on the Island, within 24 hours, I was told that I did not qualify for Intel because of past drug use, which I had waivers for. Before I left, when I first told the enlisted side I wanted Intel, I asked them many times about these waivers, ensuring they would not hinder me from getting the job I wanted. They lied and said they wouldn’t as long as I was honest, which I was. There were no moment of truth discrepancies, nor any information from them, which I tried to conceal; I was open and honest since day one.
While on the Island, I was told I was given the new MOS of Data, and that although it was a four year contract for that job and since I signed a 5 year MOS contract for a job I never received, I was obligated serve a 5 year contract. This bullshit was later reversed by a gunnery sergeant allowing me to serve a 4 year term instead.
I requested to be a reservist and explained my situation with what I had to deal
with, but he denied it saying “I’ll give you a 4 year contract, but I’m not allowing you to become a reservist.”
Since this happened, I’ve lost nearly all motivation to succeed. Who can I trust? The organization that I once thought stood for such high principles such as honor and trust has been shattered. I wake up everyday regretting my stupidity for not using my God-given logic and detecting the bullshit when it is clearing being observed by my five human senses. Now, I’m stuck. There is no reversing it, there is no way out until my time is up without potentially fucking my careers in the civilian world.
I’ve since contacted a military lawyer, seeing if there is anyway for me to become a reservist, but there seems to be no clear option for it.
While at MCT, I’ve asked my combat instructors for help, but it fell on deaf ears; they didn’t care either. Is that what the USMC is about? This once shimmering image of righteousness, tarnished by the majority of marines I’ve come into contact with makes me question the very essence of human compassion and the belief that man is born good (in the sense that a man will use his goodwill to fight off selfish temptations and self promotion when a sacrifice of innocence must be made to achieve it). Perhaps they thought what they were doing was right, that I would become a better man out of this experience (maybe I will…I’m just disillusioned and bitter now), but my better judgment tells me different. I know better now. I know that a uniform or a symbol does not make a bad person good.
So now I’m stuck in Twentynine Palms, California, training for a job I really have no desire in learning except for when I get out, there will be a well paying job in the private sector waiting for me. I’ve tried to convince myself that I want to go Officer still; but I don’t. I don’t even work out anymore like I used to. Hell, I am 5’9 and was 170lbs and 10-12% body fat before I joined and I have photos proving my fitness. Now I’m a meager 155 and struggle during every PT session. My fucking soul has been ripped apart from my body, amalgamating it into a conglomerate of 18-year-old children who have no self-discipline and are constantly ruining my freedom for me by screwing something up, resulting in mass punishment.
I’ve become an empty vessel, and no matter how much I try to pull something
up inside me, I find nothing, Void begets void.
This is my experience so far in the USMC.
So what would make this all better? What would turn my life around and make
living enjoyable once again? Being given what I was promised isn’t enough anymore. I don’t want Intel. I don’t want the 5-year commitment. I don’t want anything but to either be given the option of being a reservist or just getting out. That’s all I want; that’s what I feel I am entitled to based off of the lies and games I’ve had to put up with since my feet stood on top of the yellow footprints.
But hey, that’s life right? You can’t always get what you want. And as another
marine put it: “The USMC is a shit-sandwich. Yeah, they’ll dress it up for you
sometimes by throwing on lettuce, tomatoes, maybe some bacon…but you’re still
eating a shit sandwich.”
Only 3 and 1/2 more long years left.
Whoever created this site has done a wonderful thing for all of my fellow marines
who have no one to relate to or vent to. Really, thank you.
“Solamen miseris socios habuisse doloris”
Submitted by: Abdiel
The thought just occurred to me as I read the posts here, that the Marines are like the manipulative, abusive husband we have all heard so much about.
“You’re nothing without me. You’ll be crawling back to me in a month.”
“I don’t want to do this to you, but you are making me. This is your own fault.”
“Why do you keep making me hurt you?”
“Why do you want to leave? I give you everything! You’ll die on the street if you leave me!”
“If I wanted you to have (insert item here) I would have given it to you. You don’t need it. You only need me.”
“Stockholm Syndrome, or capture-bonding, is a psychological phenomenon in which hostages express empathy and sympathy and have positive feelings toward their captors, sometimes to the point of defending and identifying with the captors. These feelings are generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims, who essentially mistake a lack of abuse from their captors for an act of kindness. The FBI’s Hostage Barricade Database System shows that roughly 8 percent of victims show evidence of Stockholm syndrome.”
I’m sure I’m not the first to notice this, in fact I’m probably not the first person on this site to put those two together. But it tells you all you need to know about careerists, doesn’t it?
To whoever runs this site: I, like many before me, was a motivated individual who wanted to join an organization that I thought held the same values as me. I wanted to something great with my life and be part of something that money could not buy. I have two college degrees (a BA and an AA) and enlisted anyway because I did not make the cut for OCS (gpa wise). After joining the USMC, I quickly found out what this government organization is all about.
I occasionally write about this in a personal document to see if my opinion will ever change, however I don’t think it will… My emotion, intellect and motivation…my very SOUL has been lost upon joining the USMC.
Here are a few of the things I’ve written since bootcamp. Hopefully it will reveal to those wishing to join what the Honor, Courage and Commitment is REALLY about.
Use it or not, edit what you like, I don’t care. It just feels good to vent to someone other than my wife, friends or family. Thank you for this site, it will help me through my few years of hell.
-=Entry 1: The REAL bootcamp=-
“…Everyday is a struggle to wake up…even though I’ve finally obtained a morsel of the dream that I thought I once wanted. To serve in the United States Marine Corps has been a very difficult thing to do.
Some of you without military service probably think its nothing but grueling physical training…shooting guns, working out, strategizing how to eradicate the enemy…or let me put it in the terms how it was verbally taught to me: “The mission of the Marine Corps rifle squad is to locate, close with and destroy the enemy by fire and close combat.”
The mission of the Marine Corps is to exploit, demoralize and humiliate the subordinate through drivel void of intellect, tedious labor accomplishing nothing and bumper-sticker slogans designed to create a hive mentality absent of commonsense and logic.
-That is my personal experience, not even a year in; perhaps it will change.
The most frustrating thing is dealing with enlisted superiors who lack the mental capacity to boil a fucking egg. Many of them are selfish liars savagely bent on self-promotion through the slave-like labor of young skulls full of mush.
The sergeants and up (E5+) try to present themselves as military gods, despite their lack of combat experience or education. Some of them treat us the way they do because they say it will toughen us up, others continue the cycle of shit because they went through it, thus finding the need to perpetuate it; that’s logical…right?
Instead of being competent, compassionate and possessing a mentor-like personality, they succumb to the ignorant ways that they were taught, be it in the Corps or during their youth.
The officer side is much different from what I observe. The officers (most of them, there are a few shit bags, don’t get me wrong…) have a vivid desire to mold their enlisted counterparts into being productive marines while reflecting the gentleman chivalry that the Corps supposedly prides itself on.
Officers use logic. Officers use courtesy. Officers can speak proper English. The officer personality is what every enlisted marine should strive to act like. Semper Fidelis (always faithful) should extend across the board. The Non Commissioned Officers and Staff Non Commissioned Officers should be required to tow the line of the Marine Corps standards, yet many of them seem to fall well short of it. Why?
And to top it off, the Enlisted ranks shit-talk the officers when they’re not around, claiming that a Marine Corps Officer is less of a Marine than they are. Common phrases like “Don’t call me sir, I work for a living” (An enlisted Marine must refer to all officers as sir, and all superior enlisted Marines by their ranks…so to call an enlisted Marine a “sir” is highly offensive to them for some reason be it out of jealousy or unwarranted pride.)
Returning to what I initially started out with in the beginning of this entry, I’ll describe the average day for me beginning with boot camp. This is for all of you desiring to become part of the world’s most elite fighting force.
1.) You will wake up every morning at 4am. You will get yelled at and fucked with for about an hour while you’re cleaning the same shit you cleaned the night before you went to sleep.
2.) After being told what a piece of shit you are for that first waking hour, you will then march in formation to the dining hall (chow hall). Pray to God that its not winter when you go, because you will not be allowed to wear gloves or winter apparel despite it being 20 degrees outside…the sergeants though will, of course, be dressed for whatever weather the recruit depot throws at them. On the march to the chow hall, you will be expected to preform drill movements (those fancy tricks you see Marines doing with their rifles on those commercials brainwashing that your purpose in life is to wear that sexy uniform). If ONE of you fucks up a drill movement, you will be marched back to the squad bay (living quarters) and then try again. Keep in mind; if it is winter, your hands will go numb. Good luck preforming the proper movements… I cannot tell you how many recruits I’ve seen contract pneumonia…
3.) Upon arriving at the chow hall, you will be treated like shit and fucked with while you eat. I’ve personally witnessed recruits being forced to walk around in circles with food in their hands while other favored recruits are allowed to indulge. Once you’re finished eating, repeat step 2 in reverse.
4.) So now you’re back at the squad bay, can you guess what you’re doing next? Cleaning again for another hour or so. Yeah, the same shit you cleaned earlier, while getting fucked with and ridiculed for sneezing without permission.
5.) After the morning clean up is finished, its time to start training right? Wrong. Whatever the event of the day is, you’ll be stuck outside waiting for hours to do this one even that takes 15 minutes to accomplish. Get used to it. The majority of your time is spent sitting around with your dick in your hand. Government efficiency, right?
6.) So by the time you’re done, its time to get lunch chow. Repeat steps 2 and 3 again. Oh and pray to God that you’re not early for any meal. You and your platoon could be the best damn recruits to ever grace the recruit depot…if the drill instructors have free time, they unleash their frustration of being in that shit-hole on you. You’ll be doing creative things like running in whatever direction the drill instructor points or holding your rifle in one arm parallel to the deck (floor) until its time to eat. What does this do? I would say teach you not to fuck up, but if you aren’t fucking up and are still getting punished…why try not to fuck up if the end result is the same? Positive reinforcement? Ha! What a crock of shit.
7.) So now that the chaos of the morning is over, and you’ve eaten lunch, depending upon what phase of training you’re in, you’ll either have classes on sexual harassment, sexual assault or hazing/fraternization. Classes on combat support? Few and far between. These classes suck too. They are dry as hell and so common fucking sense that an autistic monkey could grasp the concept within the first minute of the “course”…yet you’ll be sitting there for 2-3 hours…being taught how you’re a rapist because some dumb cunt decided that she regretted spreading her legs open for you the night before. You think that shit in college is rough? How like one in four men will rape a girl? Please, according to the Marine Corps, we’re all rapists that just haven’t been given the opportunity to molest the innocent yet.
8.) By now, its almost dinner chow. Guess what we’re going to do… Yep, repeat steps 2 and 3 once more.
9.) After the last chow of the day, we’re finally back at the squad-bay which seems like heaven…in some sick way… Get ready to clean weapons that you’ve never shot for 1-2 hours. In addition to that, get ready to clean that same shit you cleaned earlier in the morning…again…
10.) Now its hygiene time. You’ll get anywhere from 1 minute to 5 minutes to clean yourself up. Shower, shave, brush your teeth, dry yourself off…everything in about 5 minutes. You’re going to smell horrible still even after, and if you’re unlucky enough, you’ll develop some painful rashes and sores on your body in places you were not able to fully clean.
For God’s sake though, don’t go to the Corpsmen (Navy medical staff). If you have ANY infection or tender area on your battered body, get ready to spend anywhere from an extra week to a year on the island depending upon the severity of your problem. They don’t care about your mental state, or how it will crush your motivation to not graduate on time. Uncle Sam wants to make sure his product, YOU, are 100% fit to do whatever bitch work he deems fit.
11.) Now, the best part of the day has arrived. Mail time. If you never cared about letters from relatives, you’ll be singing a different tune by this point. Just knowing that someone gives a shit about you will help you make it through the day. Believe me, they say that the DI’s (drill instructors) care about you deep down, but the majority of them don’t. No, really, they don’t. They’re just there to do their job and get the hell home.
My advice? Save EVERY letter you get. It will help greatly on days you do not receive mail.
12.) After you survived the soul-sucking day, its almost time for sleep…after you clean the same shit you did the whole day once more. You’ll finish cleaning, and then you’ll get about 5 minutes for a group prayer. At 8pm you’ll be in bed to go to sleep. One thing I cannot complain about is that you really do get 8 hours of sleep, unless you’re fire watch, then you get 6-7 hours. Take advantage of as much sleep as you can, because tomorrow is going to be the exact same thing. THE EXACT SAME THING!
You’ll learn to daydream. You’ll learn to stack rocks and blades of grass on top of each other to build little structures in the dirt while you await orders to do some other bullshit training exercise. Who is qualified to be a United States Marine? Everyone. Who can make it through boot camp? Anyone. Who can become part of the few and the proud? All of us.
Think long and hard before you join. Hell, if you’re a big moto-fuck like I was before getting in, thinking that every negative thing you read online is written by some pussy who couldn’t cut it, then go reserves. Retain at least some of your freedom. Just be sure its really what you want and do your homework on the job you’re signing up for…then again, that’s an issue in itself…actually getting the job…
I was promised intel. I even signed a job SOU for it and scored phenomenally well on my DLAB, only to have it taken away within less than 24 hours of bootcamp. I was then placed as an open contract.
Who am I? An older private first class (E2) with a bachelor’s degree in Political Science and associate’s degree in Liberal Arts. The USMC was always a dream of mine; now it’s my perpetual nightmare…”
—–And here is a message to my wife (who supported me joining) detailing my frustration with the USMC—-
“They (enlisted Marines) have an insipid intellect, and they do not care to educate themselves. They are content with mediocrity and they always try to pass responsibility off on someone else so they are not held accountable. They BLAST garbage pop-music in the barracks which details the extent of the brain power, and they waste their money on frivolous things such as expensive cars, basket ball shoes and flashy material possessions to give them the illusion that they are something more than they are.
I hate people like that. I hate the need for attention and the endless thirst for popularity. I hate the hive mind, and I hate not thinking for myself. I’m the freak here. I’m the outcast who is different because I don’t conform to their simple mindset, and I’m so damn proud of that. Sometimes I wonder if I’m different because I choose to be different. I wonder if all this mental rebellion I have is because I like being the outlier of the group. I wonder these things, but then I always return to my conclusion that I’m not. I’m different because I care about educating myself and acting like a gentleman. I might not know all the bullshit jargon of the Marine Corps, but I am me. I know what class is, and yet I’m humble. I know when to bite my tongue, and I (even though I don’t like to) know when I need to speak up.
I thought the USMC would give me some relief to the rotting American culture of materialism and popularity contests, but this is just high school all over again, and I hate it. Do you know what its like to wake up, knowing that your day is going to be filled with emptiness? Knowing that someone is going to bitch at you merely so they can seem like they have power in front of their superiors? Knowing that the person to the left and right of you has the intelligence of a fruit fly?
If you have no idea, but would like to experience it because you’re a masochist, then please, join the USMC. As soon as you open your eyes up in the morning (at 4am), the first thing you’ll think is “God damnit… …I’m still here…”
Submitted by: Abdiel
In case some lifer thinks I’m a cry baby, I was SGT. in for 9 years with the intention of of staying for 20. Even after I saw through the bullshit I wanted to stay. I was in a Bulk Fuel company, most of our equipment was warehoused. The only orders I ever got was keep the troops busy. They were sweeping the parking lot twice a day, wiping imaginary dirt off equipment and straighten the hose rack twice a week. Winter and summer I had to keep them outside while SNCOs stay inside. In one of the coldest winter North Carolina had, my platoon was outside stringing camouflage nets for summer So much for the Marine Corps taking care of their own. I foolishly thought taking care of the troops was part my job.
My C.O. wouldn’t recommend me for D.I. school, he said I would make a better instructor for reserves. The Parris Island board disqualify me for 2 office hours I had 6 years before for drinking. I got orders for Parris Island after three weeks in D.I. school I,m out for psychological reason. That was all over the company before I got back, and I thought my SRB. was confidential. I wasn’t the first person in the company that was put out of D.I. school. I wasn’t the first person that year, but I had committed a sin.
There were a set a brothers in the platoon, they both stupid and assholes. They enlisted on the jail or Marine Corps choice. I asked why can’t they just be put out. They would have danced to the back gate for a U.D. No we couldn’t do that it would make the company look bad. They went U.A. and while they were drunk and high. They ran their car into a tree both of them were dead. A Staff Sgt stood in front of the platoon he said he was glad they were dead and if he had been there, he would made sure they were dead. He was writing their parents to tell what assholes and shit birds they were and make sure they wouldn’t get the insurance money. No officer or StaffNCO. called him on what he said. I followed him to the platoon office, I ask why would he want to torture the family like that. He said why do you care. I said they were in my platoon I’m suppose to care.
A few months later a kid came to me asked for a 96 so he could go home for sister’s wedding. He had used up all his leave time. I went to the platoon SGT. I explained the problem. His answer was Fuck him tell to go U.A. I blew up okay I tell one of the best men in platoon to go U.A. and when he’s standing in front of the C.O. I’ll be standing with him I’ll say you told him to go U.A. I went to the Lt. got the 96 and got screamed at for jumping chain command.
After that I decided it wasn’t worth it to stay in.
Submitted by: Fairhaired Kidd
The only people who think the Marine Corps sexual assault programs work are people who have never been sexually assaulted in the Marine Corps.
Before I begin I would like to add that this blog will also touch on the subject of how commands deal with suicidal ideations and depression as one lead to the other in my case as well as many others. I am three weeks from going on terminal leave, and couldn’t be happier and this is a huge part as to why. I never submitted a re-enlistment package and I actually tried to VERP, but my MOS couldn’t at the time.
It started after boot camp. I went on boot leave and was raped by a former mentor of mine from my old rescue squad. I was truly devastated the Marine Corps made me feel like I was as tough as they come after boot camp, but that night did away with that mentality. I withdrew from people and tried to deal with it on my own. The result was I got bullied and made fun of a lot by my Marine peers. I do not hold a grudge over this anymore however, because I realized an inevitable problem in the USMC which is age. 18 year old kids fresh out of high school don’t know how to deal with real adult issues and its not their fault and no class is going to teach someone empathy, understanding, or compassion like experience would. two years later I finally decide to talk to someone, of course I cant talk to a friend or other Marine, because then it would be an open case. This is a huge flaw in the system as well. what happens is if you begin to talk about anything possibly deep the Marines literally would take their fingers plug their ears and say lalalala. They don’t want to be in trouble if they don’t report it, but also don’t want to deal with it or be a part of it either. The only people I cold see was the chaplain and UVA. The UVA gave me a military one source card. By the way military one source does not cover sexual assault specifically, the only thing it is good for is to talk to a stranger over the phone about your problems, because your command and friends can’t. So after that I went to the chaplain, which I didn’t want to because he tries to shove Jesus down your throat and repeats himself over and over, because he is a Korean guy who barely speaks English. Meanwhile in the 1st Sgt’s office my platoon sgt who never asked even how I was doing before is being ripped a new one, because a Marine of his is talking to the chaplain and he don’t know why. Later that day I am held well past working hours until I tell him why I went to see the chaplain. I can’t tell him, because the circumstances but he doesn’t care he just wants to cover his ass. after about three or four hours of what felt like interrogation I tell him. The next day I am called into 1st sgt’s office with the UVA present explaining that it is now an open case, because someone reported it, Caugh gunny fuckface because no one else knew. I was immediately alienated and told that I needed to heal. That I was broke and needed to recover. They moved me out of my PTP cycle to a holding platoon where I mowed lawns and other odd jobs. When we did unit PT I wasn’t allowed to participate just watch. When we went on hikes I was given a blue rubber rifle instead of a real one. I became so depressed I started contemplating suicide. I was denied the opportunity to see a real therapist. I saw one on base but he wasn’t licensed and was some old guy prob vet at the family recourse center who basically would relate every issue I brought up to how much a Marine I was and stupid shooting references etc. I requested mass and the Battalion CO saw to it that I got counciling off base. I then tuned out all the Marines around me focused on my workouts at the time boxing was my outlet and my therapy. After a year and being ripped to shreds cus I worked out so much from anger the 1st Sgt told me I was now fixed. I then got to go on a deployment however immediately following the deployment my security clearance gets revoked from me being suicidal before. Even though I did everything I was supposed to and sought help on my own. I didn’t ask for attention, in fact almost no one knew. I didn’t want to stop PT, in fact I worked out about 4 hours a day. I just wanted to be a Marine. The paperwork took a while so that explained the delay affect. to sum it up they took my clearance away with so little time left there really isn’t anything I could do about it. I never had a NJP, only 1 page 11 for not doing homework once, and 1 speeding ticket. I have done nothing wrong the only thing I did was ask for help when I needed it. I now have three weeks left and I cant wait to be done. I have made peace with what happened to me, but the way I was treated like a criminal for being a rape victim still to this day haunts me. I don’t know how many others can relate but this is my story, and is a large part of the reason I too hate the USMC.
Submitted by: Corporal Punishment
Today was supposed to be the start of a great weekend. I had it all planned out: a camping trip with the Church youth group I volunteer with on the weekends, not having to deal with morning colors or any of the mediocrity of base life as a single Marine.
But it all came crashing down when a Sergeant from my work section comes back, telling me I failed field day. I was dumbfounded, I was pissed, I wanted to punch the wall. This didn’t sense at all as I had made sure EVERYTHING was wiped down. In the paradise air station located in San Diego, field day inspections involved NCO’s and the duties walking into random barracks rooms while everyone is at work, making sure that the room is organized, and that it didn’t smell bad.
Some people straight up suck at cleaning even with this rather lax policy, but my Sgt, being from the groundside, said that dust was all over the place. This was after my Corporal had already done a pre field day inspection, saying that I was good to go.
To make it worst, I asked if I could just do a re-inspection at the end of the work day just so that I could continue with the camping trip. They didn’t take it into consideration, telling me to clean again, prepare to report to the duty in my Chucks, and that I better suck it the hell up because I was also about to not get a decent amount of time for chow anytime soon.
I sit here after wiping down everything again, wondering why it’s completely unfair. Yeah, I sound like I’m whining, but I like to voice out the fact that this is utter BS.
Even my Cpl thought that this was BS, but because it would make it unfair for other members in the unit that failed too, I couldn’t make that camping trip. Talk about going UA but it’s not worth it for something that I volunteer for.
If they ever told me, do your four and get out, thinking that I would feel bad or whatever, fine, I’m actually happy. Because I plan to freaking VEERP a year earlier that my original EAS.
I don’t care if I have been on a deployment, you end up in a place the United States has no business in to begin with, you work crappy hours, and things like family fall apart at home. Sure you can get more money, but is it worth six months to a year of your time doing something you don’t like?
Call it not embracing the suck, but people have to realize that the stack of ribbons that you wear on your uniform don’t mean anything once you get out, but only a memorabilia of what you done. Some people deploy not for a patriotic sense, but because they want to increase their ribbon count, “slay bodies”, and have bragging rights of how they went to “Hajiland”, traveling all over the place.
To make it worse for those motivators out there, I don’t even care about being promoted. Those who think that rank means everything, don’t realize that experience trumps everything including rank. To show some examples, I’ve seen a Marine with a Tan Belt beat the crap out of a Marine with a Green Belt in MCMAP, a Captain falling out of a ruck run while a PFC was leading it at Basic Reconnaissance Course, and my own Sgt (the same one that failed me at Field Day today) getting a slow ass PFT run time, while ranting about how I should do more pull ups.
In the past recent months, I’ve experienced more stupidity, double standards, and the suicide of my friend and fellow unit member, which was viewed by almost a majority of the squadron, with little to no connection.
In the inside, I feel like I’m slowly wasting away, wondering why I am stuck now at a dead end admin job, waiting for the day where I am eligible to put in that VEERP package.
Submitted by: Anonymous
When I was sentenced to The Rock the “Liberty Card” policy had yet to be invented. As a result, my colleagues and I didn’t have to worry about making it back to our cells before bed-check.
After a few months of muttering about the bullshit, all the while becoming increasingly miserable, I decided that it was time to fight back. Being a firm believer in the fact that a person should know the regulations he was going to be governed by, I had read all sorts of MCOs, as well as DOD, USFJ, MARFORPAC, and innumerable other orders and regulations. Most of them were loosely interpreted stateside, but rigorously enforced on The Rock. I decided that the best part of the dagger in my back was that it cut in both directions.
A few marines, tired of 2 $10 haircuts a week on a $240 paycheck, started shaving their heads. The SNCOs immediately started reprimanding and counseling these marines, because their haircuts were “eccentric”. The next week, several of them showed up, still bald. When a particular MGySgt dragged them to his office to write them up on charges (he wasn’t recommending Ninja Punches, either. He was going to court-martial these men) one of them proceeded to reach in to his pocket and produce the page of the order that stated “While male marines are not required to clip their hair to the scalp except while undergoing recruit training, this order does not prevent any male marine from clipping his hair to the scalp should he so desire.” Left staring impotently into the face of 4 marines who all-of-a-sudden knew the rules, he made them sweep the entire complex before sending them home without supper.
All of a sudden, environmental was aware that the HVAC shop in avionics was performing unlicensed automotive air conditioning service, as well as repairing the air conditioner in the managers’ office at the USO on Futenma (it happened the Avionics Officer’s wife worked there) in direct violation of environmental regulations and MCOs against enlisted “personal servitude”.
The three marines in the squadron who the command had decided were “crazy” went to their various mental appointments at Lester and quietly let slip that they had no idea why they were there, that their appointments had been made for them, and their gunny had told them to be there.
The squadron had a “Restriction room” where they locked up marines on restriction after an NJP. I mean they literally locked them inside this room. They let them out for 5 minutes, once an hour, if they wanted to smoke and use the restroom. (This may be overinflated, I never spent any time in it, and marines have been known to embellish).
Once it became known to the Office of the Judge Advocate General that a squadron commander was imprisoning marines in a locked room (not only illegal, but dangerous as the marines only egress in the event of a fire was a 3rd floor window) they at least had to stop locking the door and let them use the bathroom when they needed to.
We all know that the duty driver is supposed to be rested, and we all know that SNCOs don’t care. They will continue to fuck with that driver as much as they want (even more so if he/she asserts that they need sleep so they can drive in the morning. There is nobody in the entire maween corps who cares about this.
On the other hand, a handful of Japanese citizens found out that the Americans were making marines drive these enormous vehicles on their public streets without any sleep. I hadn’t quite planned on politicians getting involved, but it was amusing nonetheless.
At first, the officers had no idea how all this information was reaching the marines. A handful of printed pages, distributed to the right people in the right bars can make a hell of a difference, once you know who to hand them to.
Needless to say, once some people ran their mouths, they weren’t very happy with me once they found out. The threats and under-the-table torments began to leach from the offices on the flight line. The officers and senior enlisted didn’t like being hit over the head with their own rule books, especially by a “shitbag Lance Corporal”. Those rules were not meant to be applied to officers, and those that were, they said, had to be flexible enough to “allow officers to properly manage their men”
They demanded to know why I felt that I felt I “got to do what the hell I wanted” and “didn’t have to follow the same rules as other marines”. I told them that I did have to follow the same rules as other marines, but the regulations were very clear that this included them as well. According the the Commandant, as well as other generals and the Chief of Naval Aviation, these were the rules. I didn’t write them and, as marines and men of integrity, they should be enforcing them with equal vigor.
Needless to say, this was not what they wanted to hear.
Back in the day when I was with my good old unit we had this asshole Corporal that everyone hated. I’m not gonna us any real names to lets call him Corporal Fuckface, anyway Corporal Fuckface had this habit of going through peoples rooms and eating food while they were gone. He was able to do so because he was the BEQ manager and had a master key. It pissed everybody off but no one could say anything. One day me and my roommate came up with the idea to fuck with the food.
Being the nasty little fucking marines that we were, we came up with the brilliant idea of having the entire platoon bust a load in a jar of peanut butter, (which was his favorite). Of course we had to put our high school educated minds to work and figure out how to convince everyone to do this with out some overly motivated boot ratting on us trying to look good for promotion. We also had the task of finding a jar of peanut butter big enough that could hide 30 loads of jizz, thanks Costco.
Surprisingly it wasn’t difficult to convince everyone to participate , and after a couple days we had 28 generous donors. We mixed it up to the point where you couldn’t tell, and put it in the fridge. The next days we went to work to do more mindless shit as usual, and waited to see him at formation. When our dear Corporal Fuckface finally showed up I was ready for him to kill me and the roommate, as I was positive he noticed the taste of jizz from his weekends clubbing in Hollywood, but he stood there talking as usual, the following week went on to be some of my fondest memories from the Corps.
Every time he would fuck with us, every time he would break shit in our rooms during field day, ever time he would yell at us in front of the officers trying to look good, our faces hurt from holding in the laughter knowing that he had a mouthful of 1st platoons jizz . He finished the entire jar in a week, still left it empty in the fridge when he was done…. asshole. Moral of the story, dont’ t eat peoples fucking peanut butter. THE END
Submitted by: Mark
Purchase a 12oz. ball-peen hammer, and label it “jarhead calibration device”.
Hit yourself in the head with three times with the hammer.
Ask yourself if you still want back in.
If yes, repeat step two.
If no, place hammer in a drawer, and wait until you feel the urge to go back in, then repeat this procedure. When 30 days have passed between treatments, you may consider yourself cured.
If you still determine that more treatments are needed, the size of the hammer may be increased, or the number of strikes with each treatment, but I recommend against doing both except in extreme cases.
Your comment isn’t going to be deleted because it’s not spam and doesn’t violate opsec. We aren’t in the habit of deleting comments offhand. I have to say though that your assertion that we don’t have an understanding of the Marine Corps is a bit strange, as most of us went through at least one enlistment. I do however agree wholeheartedly that “there is a reason for everything you NCO’s and CO’s do”, what matters then is what those reasons are.
For example, there are “reasons” for why enlisted Marines in Oki are treated like naughty twelve year olds, those reasons just aren’t very good ones. Following the 1995 rape of a 12 year old native girl by a Navy Corpsman and two pathetic Marine hangers-on who later cried racism in their treatment in an Okinawan prison, liberty restrictions began to be put in place.
Now, the fact that these restrictions really only applied to “junior” enlisted Marines on island could be argued for at this point, the major incident sparking these restrictions was perpetrated by their demographic. Following this, the restriction remained in place and only became a bit worse until 2002, when Marine Major Michael Brown assaulted a bartender:
With this, those damn “junior” enlisted Marines really started to feel the restrictions. But wait, it was a Major that did it this time, shouldn’t the restrictions now extend and rigorously apply to field grade Marine Officers? Why are the lower enlisted ranks being punished for a crime that wasn’t even perpetrated within their demographic? Well, there’s a reason for this, and it can be summarized in one word: careerism.
When someone fucks up, they’re done, and so is their leadership. As one officer said to me, “when a dog shits on your carpet, do you blame the dog, or his master, the one who trained him?” These incidences add fuel to the fires of the protests against our continued presence on island by the natives; potentially weakening our presence in a strategically critical location. So, when word of these incidences hits the higher levels of command, they demand to know what’s being done about it, and more importantly, who’s to blame for it. When you take command of a unit and have the choice of either trusting your men, which runs the risk of damaging your career, or playing it safe and cracking down on those who can’t do anything about it, the choice is often depressingly clear. The morale and well being of your men come second to the security of your career, oh, I mean of the local populace after all, who could argue with that?
It’s awfully difficult to quantify how well you did at your last unit on your next performance review by citing the number of good Marines you got to re-enlist because you treated them like men. It’s so much easier to cite the lack of incidences under your firm “leadership”. You can’t just go around punishing all field grade Officers though, so what to do? Why, crack down on the Enlisted scum of course! They’re all lazy assed criminals anyway, that’s why they get a medal if they don’t get caught for three years. If they wanted to be treated like people they should have commissioned. It’ll add an extra incentive to get to that next rank, and it’ll be doubly hilarious when they get to that next rank and the restrictions are suddenly and unexpectedly advanced to include their new rank as well.
As to the “10% who will not be happy and who have bad experiences” assertion, let’s check out the average reenlistment rate for the Marine Corps:
Wow, a whopping 35% average reenlistment rate for first timers. And before you spout off the ever available catch-all “the USMC is not for everyone”, oh, too late…Let’s look at the passing rate of USMC boot camp in 1998 and 2006; prior to the flooding of the Marine Corps with 25,000 new members over the course of 3 years with the Grow the Force Initiative beginning in 2007:
What a truly elite organization, with a grueling 88.3% graduation rate, which is higher than either the Navy or Army. How do they manage to keep their standards so incredibly high? Hell, the University of Phoenix online has a lower graduation rate than that. The few the proud? There are currently about 182,000 active duty Marines, the only reason there aren’t more is because the Marine Corps can’t afford them. Without the Marine Corps the US would be a very different place? It sure would! It would be a place with only one Army, two Air Forces, and about $22.7 billion to spend elsewhere. Christ man, I’m begging you, bring up an actual argument that we haven’t heard before and can’t be summarily disproved with a cursory Google search. Or, at the very least, don’t just automatically assume that we’re all shit bags who are crying about our wittle feewings getting hurt by the big bad NCOs. Try actually backing up your claims with a little thing called any fucking evidence at all.
Submitted by: freeatlastfreeatlast in response to:
“It saddens me to see some of you who do not have an understanding of the Marine Corps. The USMC is the best thing that has happened to me. But there is always that 10% who will not be happy and who have bad experiences. It is what you make of it. And there is a reason for everything you NCO’s and CO’s do, again most of the time. The Corps is the most feared military organization in the world and there is only way to make Marines, who can carry on that legacy. If it weren’t for the Corps then the US would be a very different place. I’m a third generation Marine and have my family who are Marines have said they would never of changed anything. The brother hood is undesirable. It’s something you have to experience your self. Now don’t get me wrong the USMC is not for everyone. There is a reason we are THE FEW, THE PROUD! I’m sure this will get deleted by the admin, but it is what it is. SEMPER FI!!”
“Play Marine”? Would you give the same advice to a SEAL, to put on his uniform and “play SEAL”? In an elite organization, or any organization really, why would you want to keep guys around who aren’t going to add to mission accomplishment, and just go through the motions to avoid making waves? Before I joined, I expected boot camp and the Marines to be some ultimate rite of passage to manhood. I expected overall camaraderie between the ranks, because we were all Marines. In short, I expected a “few good men”. Expecting all this, I trained for about 2 years prior to shipping out.
When I got to boot camp, they were graduating about 600 Marines a week. How well you could drill was more important than how well you could shoot or PT. The majority of my platoon seemed to have just rolled out of bed one morning and decided to sign up for the Marines. Actual comradeship within the platoon was discouraged in favor of giving a handful of recruits positions of “power” over their fellow recruits if they were willing to treat their peers like shit. It didn’t matter how well you performed, you were still fucked with because it was a safe bet that the majority of the platoon had fucked up somehow. We were starved because it was a safe bet that the majority of recruits were overweight. The PT was a joke, because it was a safe bet that the majority of recruits couldn’t even keep up with that. I was expecting BUDs, I got a beauty pageant.
I came to realize that boot camp wasn’t about weeding out the weak, it was a one-size-fits-all cookie cutter approach to flooding an organization with much needed slave labor. We were treated like shit, because the easiest way to deal with a large group of people is to simply assume that they are all underhanded turds and treat them accordingly, the lowest-common-denominator approach. We weren’t given the opportunity extended to Officers, to drop on request, because we were slaves, not overseers. This allows hundreds of poorly fitting inductees into the organization every month, and initiates them by ingraining into them that the fastest way up the ladder is on the backs of their peers. There are many things that could be changed for the better in the Marines, and the first and foremost would be to encourage those who want to drop out of boot camp to get the fuck out. No more “the fastest way out of here is to graduate” bullshit, it should be “we only want the best of you to stick around”.
Submitted by: freeatlastfreeatlast
Around 1997, I was sent to CAX at beautiful, scenic Twenty-Nine Palms. In keeping with my hatred (which I have already explained) of the birthday ball, the fact that this exercise spanned the Maween Corpse birthday suited me just fine. This was a double, and halfway through the first exercise, I found that I actually enjoyed these things. I suspect it had something to do with not having to field day everything and deal with the rear echelon’s idiotic bullshit every day. In any event, it was my first arms exercise, and I was somewhat excited as a young jarhead.
During this exercise, I met Sergeant Thompson. A holder of the Skating Expert badge (8th award), Sgt. Thompson taught me more in two months than my own NCOs would in two years. I didn’t have much time in the fleet, so I didn’t have a lot of knowledge about how the corpse actually worked, just how it was supposed to work. In the two months I spent in this environment, I saw a lot. I saw piles of second bootenants (not something that was common in a MALS at the time) acting like spoiled children, taking out their frustrations on anyone who happened to come within arms reach. Most of them were upset and ‘having to sleep in the sand like rats’ and were going to make sure everyone knew it. Sgt. Thompson knew a simple way around this. In the words of Mr. Miyagi, ‘best way to take a punch, no be there’. In this case, by simply avoiding the mess area in the first hour after work, bootenants could be avoided. Small tweaks like this could make one’s life a lot easier with very little effort. From avoiding officers to knowing the right places to stand, and the right buses to catch, and how to spot the patterns in behavior that would reveal the characters I was dealing with, this NCO was like a mustachioed jarhead Jedi.
Eventually, word trickled down that the higher-ups weren’t willing to let a ball weekend go by without some sort of festivities. The rumors flew around that there would be free beer and supermodels. It came down to a couple of stand-up comics, two (moderately attractive) Miller Lite girls, ONE free beer, a DJ, and a piece of cake. Not too bad, for a birthday party for hundreds and hundreds of people held in a sandbox.
We stood for the speeches, ate the mystery meat tetrazzini, and listened to the comics, and enjoyed the DJ. About 2 hours into the festivities, Sgt. Thompson asked me and the other boots to look around. SNCOs and bootenants were starting to fan out along the perimeter. He said he thought we had about 10 minutes to get out before we were commandeered for the working party to clean up the mess. A couple of the others wanted to stay, but several of us left with Sgt. Thompson.
We walked out of the ball, and over the berm line. As we made it back to our lean-to (the Quonset huts hadn’t been erected yet) we piled into the van, and drove over to our shop on the other side of the flight line.
We hung out at the shop for an hour or so (until the end of second shift), smoking cigarettes and bullshitting. After we finished our smoke-n-joke session, we hopped back in the van, and drove back to the camp. Once we made it back to our hooch, we were alone for about half an hour. The guys who had stayed at the ball had been corralled, and ended up raking sand and policing cigarette butts by flashlight.
Over the course of this two-month exercise I learned many other indisputable maween corpse truths at the feet of the master:
1) It doesn’t matter how good a job you do, or even how long it takes, as long as your SNCO has the opportunity to look good doing it. It doesn’t matter if it took 23 men 4 days to make a sandwich, and you spent half a million dollars in the process. If gunny can claim that something innovative took place over the course of this epic sandwich-making for which he and his tremendous leadership skills are directly responsible, he’s a happy gunny. As we all know, happy gunnies equal happy lives.
2) If you have some sort of excellent idea, that will improve unit productivity, save money, etc. it will not be recognized for any reason. Even if you can demonstrate how incredibly efficient it is, nobody will have any interest in implementing it, unless a SNCO has the opportunity to take credit. Additionally, it has to have a built in blame-valve (someplace to put the blame if it doesn’t work as promised, usually the person who actually came up with the idea) to allow the SNCO in question to avoid the responsibility for the idea that was never his in the first place.
3) the fact that a punishment has been meted out is not sufficient. You must be seen to suffer. Cheerfully dealing with the most hideous punishments will only invite more creative torments at the hands of those who want to see you beg. The ability to put on a hang-dog look and appear downtrodden will get you out of far more than any gesture of obeisance ever will.
And many more.
At the time, I discounted many of his teachings as the ravings of a perpetual cynic but, over time, I realized the wisdom of his words.
The Yoda of CAX had gone back to his unit, and been tossed for failing to make SSgt. His wisdom was even lost on the corpse itself.
Thank you Sgt. Thompson, wherever you are.
The United states has two armies. Today we take this for granted, and
don’t question the reasons for funding both the United States Army, and
the United states Marine Corps. But it wasn’t always this way.
There were no Marines in the Continental Army that won the
Revolutionary War. During the Civil War, Congress authorized less than
3,200 men for the Marine Corps, this while the Union Armies totaled
nearly one million men. The fact is, for most of their history the
United States Marine Corps was little more than a security force for the
The myth of the Marine Corps as a second army began in WW I. When the
United states entered the war in 1917, over two million U.S. Army
soldiers were deployed to France along with one brigade of marines,
about ten thousand strong. Despite being a tiny fraction of the
American forces fighting in WW I, the Marines managed to make a name for
themselves at the U.S. Army’s expense.
General Pershing, the Commander of all U.S. Forces in France, had
ordered a news blackout that prevented reporters from mentioning
specific units in their dispatches. The purpose of the order was
obvious; to prevent German intelligence from learning about American
troop movements. But one reporter circumvented the order, a war
correspondent for the Chicago Tribune named Floyd Gibbons.
After Mr. Gibbons was severely wounded at the battle of Belleau Wood,
the press corps passed on his dispatches without the approval of Army
censors. The result was a storm of press coverage in the US claiming
that the Huns were being defeated with “the Help of God and a few
Marines”. No mention was made of the thousands of Army soldiers who were
fighting and dying with equal valor.
Floyd Gibbons made no secret of his “friendship and admiration for
the U.S. Marines”. There is no proof that his writings created the
mythology of the Marine Corps, but we do know he wrote a biography of
Baron von Richthofen, more popularly known as the Red Baron. His
description of the German aviator reads as propaganda, not journalism,
and his other works were probably embellished as well.
Today all Marines in basic training are taught that German soldiers
in WW I referred to them as “Devil Dogs”. H.L. Mencken, an American
writing in 1921, clearly states that; “The Germans, during the war,
had no opprobrious nicknames for their foes…Teufelhunde (devil-dogs),
for the American marines, was invented by an American correspondent; the
Germans never used it.”
In addition, there is the legend of “Bulldog Fountain”, where the
U.S. Marine’s mascot originated. This fountain is located in the village
of Belleau, not the wood of the same name. Although the Marines fought
in Belleau Wood, the US Army’s 26th division liberated the village,
three weeks after the Marines had left the area.
There is no documented evidence that Germans ever referred to Marines
as “Devil dogs”, and the Marines never captured the village of Belleau
with its “Bulldog Fountain”. It is not clear exactly where these stories
come from, but their source is most likely Floyd Gibbons. Perhaps the
Marines knew this, because they made him an honorary Marine posthumously
Floyd Gibbons helped enhance the image of the Marines, but the United
States Marine Corps as we know it today came of age in WW II. Most
Americans believe that the Marine Corps won the war in the Pacific,
while the US Army fought in Europe. In fact our Pacific operations were
hampered by a conflict between the Army and the Navy, that split the
theatre in two.
The Navy adamantly refused to place their fleet, (and their Marines),
under the command of the Army. After five weeks of bureaucratic
wrangling, General MacArthur was given command of the Southwest Pacific
theatre, while Admiral Nimitz had jurisdiction over the remainder of the
Pacific ocean. The result, in Macarthur’s own words, was a “divided effort, the… duplication of force (and) undue extension of the war with added casualties and cost”.
The US Army fought the main force of the Japanese Imperial Army in
New Guinea and the Philippines. The Navy and Marines carried out an
“island hopping” strategy that involved amphibious assaults on islands
such as Guadalcanal and Saipan. General Macarthur complained bitterly to
the President that “these frontal attacks by the Navy, as at Tarawa, are tragic and unnecessary massacres of American lives“.
By way of comparison, General Macarthur’s Army killed, captured, or
stranded over a quarter of a million Japanese troops during the New
Guinea campaign, at a cost of only 33,000 US casualties. The Navy and
Marines suffered over 28,000 casualties to kill roughly 20,000 Japanese
on Iwo Jima. Even then, the Army played a greater role than Marines like
to admit; the Army had more divisions assaulting Okinawa than the
The famous image of Marines raising the US flag on Mount Suribachi is actually a photograph of the second, staged
flag-raising ceremony. The Marines raised the flag a second time to
replace the original, smaller flag, and to provide the press corps with a
better photo opportunity. That photograph has become one of the most
enduring images of WW II, and served as the model for the Marine Corps
The Secretary of the Navy, James Forrestal, was on Iwo Jima that
morning in 1945, and when he saw the Stars and Stripes go up he
declared; ‘The raising of that flag on Suribachi means a Marine Corps
for the next five hundred years!”
In fact the Marine Corps was nearly legislated out of existence two
years later. After the bureaucratic infighting that characterized
inter-service relations during WW II, there was a strong desire among
military professionals to unify the military commands. President Truman
agreed, and in 1946 his administration proposed a bill to unify the
separate service bureaucracies.
Having one budgetary authority for the Armed Forces, and one chain of
command each for land forces, ships, and aircraft makes sense. But this
would have placed the US Navy at a distinct disadvantage. The Navy had
their own air wings aboard their carriers, and their own army, the
The Navy and Marine Corps were determined to scuttle this legislation. Marine generals created a secret office code named the Chowder Society
to lobby behind the scenes, (in opposition to their President and
Commander in Chief), and thwart the unification bill before Congress.
The Commandant of the Marine Corps even made an impassioned speech
before Congress to plead for his separate service.
It worked. Congress rejected the Truman administration’s unification
bill, and instead passed the National Security Act of 1947. This Act
guaranteed separate services, with their own independent budgets, and
was a victory for the Navy and Marine Corps.
In addition, the Marines succeeded in having their separate force
structure written into the language of the legislation. It is very
unusual for Congress to dictate the actual composition of a military
service. Yet the National Security Act mandates that the Marines Corps
must maintain “not less than three combat divisions and three aircraft
wings and such land combat, aviation, and other services as necessary to
President Truman was furious, and military professionals were appalled. General Eisenhower characterized the Marines as “being
so unsure of their value to their country that they insisted on writing
into the law a complete set of rules and specifications for their
future operations and duties. Such freezing of detail…is silly, even
The war between the Army and Marines would get more vicious in Korea.
On November 27th, 1950 a division of Marines 25,000 strong, was ordered
to proceed along the west side of the Chosin reservoir, while a much
smaller task force of 2500 Army troops went up the eastern side. Waiting
for them were 120,000 troops of the Chinese Communist 9th Army Group.
The Army soldiers fought a running battle for three days against a
Chinese force eight times their size, in temperatures as low as minus 35
degrees. Despite the death of two commanding officers, the task force
lumbered south with over 600 dead and wounded soldiers loaded into
trucks, fought through repeated ambushes, and was even mistakenly bombed
by US Marine aircraft. Finally, just four miles from safety, the convoy
was cut off by the Chinese and annihilated.
385 men made it to the safety of American lines by crossing the frozen Chosin Reservoir.
The First Marine Division, with the help of allied air power, managed
to fight their way out of the Chinese encirclement. Marines claimed
that the Army had disgraced itself, and passed on stories of US soldiers
throwing down their weapons and feigning injuries. A Marine Chaplain
even made statements to the press and wrote an article accusing army
soldiers of cowardice.
There were so few officers and men left from the Army task force that
the Marine’s claims were accepted as fact. But newly released Chinese
documents prove otherwise. The Army task force fought bravely against
overwhelming odds before being destroyed, and their stubborn defense
bought time for the Marines to escape the encirclement.
Nevertheless, Marines to this day hold up the fight at the Chosin reservoir as proof of their superiority over the Army.
In Vietnam, a Marine regiment at Khe Sanh refused to come to the aid
of a Special Forces outpost only four miles from their perimeter. On
Febuary 7th, 1968, the camp at Lang Vei was overran by heavily armed
North Vietnamese troops during an all-night battle. The Marines had
earlier agreed to reinforce the camp in the event of an attack, but two
requests for assistance were denied.
General Westmoreland himself had to order the Marines to provide
helicopters for Special forces personnel, so they could be airlifted
into the besieged outpost. By this time the post had been overrun, at a
cost of 208 soldiers killed and another 80 wounded. Ironically, two
months later this same Marine regiment would be besieged at Khe Sanh,
and they would be relieved by Army troops of the First Cavalry Division.
During Operation Desert Storm 90,000 Marines attacked Iraqi forces
alongside over 500,000 US Army and coalition troops. Yet the Marines
garnered 75 percent of the newsprint and TV coverage. This was not an
The Commanding General of the Marines in Iraq, Gen. Walt Boomer, was
the former Director of Public Affairs for the Corps. He issued the
following order to Marine units in the theater:
“CMC [Commandant of the Marine Corps, then General A. M. Gray]
desires maximum media coverage of USMC … The news media are the tools
through which we can tell Americans about the dedication, motivation,
and sacrifices of their Marines. Commanders should include public
affairs requirements in their operational planning to ensure that the
accomplishments of our Marines are reported to the public.“
During the war Marine officers used military communications systems
to transmit stories for reporters in the field, and even assigned
personnel to carry press dispatches to rear areas. The Marine Commander
also had his own entourage of reporters complete with satellite uplinks,
and used them to good effect. He received far more air time than his
The US Army performed a “Hail Mary” operation that trapped Iraq’s
Republican Guard divisions and fought numerous running battles in the
Iraqi desert. But no one saw them. Instead the press focused on Lt. Gen.
Walter Boomer parading triumphantly through the streets of Kuwait City.
When George Bush the Second launched his misguided invasion of Iraq,
the Marines were once again included, and this time the goal was
Baghdad. The invasion, which began on March 20th, 2003, called for a
two pronged assault on Baghdad. The Army’s 5th Corps would advance from
the desert west of the Euphrates river, while the First Marine division
was ordered to cross the Euphrates and make a parallel advance through
The invasion did not go well for the Marines. In several cities,
including Umm al Qasr and Nasiriya, their units suffered heavy
casualties fighting remnants of the Iraqi Army and fedayeen guerrillas.
Since the Marines had fewer armored vehicles, and they were exposed to a
more tenacious enemy, their progress was slower than the Army’s.
Major General Mattis, the commanding general of the Marines in Iraq,
was not pleased. He repeatedly pressured his regiments to make greater
speed, and this pressure grew more intense as the Marines lagged further
behind Army units. On the morning of April 3rd, the First Marine
Regiment, commanded by Colonel Dowdy, was ordered to drive to the town
The city was another choke point, where Iraqi fedayeen guerrillas
could ambush Marine convoys in city streets. As soon as his Marines
reached the city, they began taking fire. Colonel Dowdy could not forget
the mauling another regiment had received in Nasiriya, where 17 Marines
were killed and another seventy were wounded.
He had to make a choice. His orders were to proceed to al-Kut, but
the decision to push through or bypass the town was up to him. However,
Colonel Dowdy was receiving mixed signals from his superiors. According
to him “there was a lot of confusion”, some officers were recommending
an attack, others urged withdrawal.
Colonel Dowdy decided to bypass al-Kut. His regiment would take an
alternative route to Baghdad that was safer, but the detour of 170 miles
meant that the Marines fell further behind schedule. Colonel Dowdy‘s
superiors were furious with his decision.
After the withdrawal from al-Kut, General Mattis and other staff
officers let the Colonel know that his regiment was to make greater
speed. That night on the road to Baghdad, vehicles of the First Marine
Regiment were ordered to drive the highways of Iraq with their headlights on, irregardless of security. But their progress was not good enough, the Army‘s Fifth Corps had already reached Baghdad.
Colonel Joe Dowdy was relieved of his command the following day. The
Marine Corps will never admit it, but he was fired because he failed to
carry out the Corps most important mission in Iraq: Colonel Dowdy failed
to upstage the US Army by being the first to reach Baghdad.
The Marines would return to Iraq one year later, when the First
Marine Expeditionary Force assumed responsibility for Al Anbar province,
which includes the city of Fallujah.
During the change of command ceremony Lt. Gen. James T. Conway of the
I MEF proclaimed that; “Although Marines don’t normally do
nation-building, they will tell you that once given the mission, nobody
can do it better.” The Marines took control of the area from the U.S.
Army’s 82nd Airborne Division, and they made no secret of their distain
for the Army’s strategy in Iraq.
Before deploying, General Conway had told the New York Times
“I don’t envision using that tactic“, when asked about Army troops
using air strikes against the insurgents. “I don’t want to condemn what
[Army] people are doing. I think that they are doing what they think
they have to do.”
On March 30th, General Conway told a reporter that “There’s no place
in our area of operation that we won’t go, and we have taken some
casualties in the early going making that point“. The next day four
civilian contractors were killed and mutilated in Fallujah, and five
Marines also lost their lives. The Marines sealed off the city and
attempted to reassert control over Fallujah, but the insurgents proved
to be more determined than expected.
When their patrols came under heavy fire the lightly armed Marines
had only two choices; Fight it out with the insurgents on foot, or call
in artillery and air strikes. The inevitable result was scores of
Marines killed or wounded, and hundreds of civilian casualties. The
world was appalled by the carnage in Fallujah, and the Marines were
While Marines were fighting in Fallujah, the US Army was heavily
engaged against militiamen loyal to Muqtata al-Sadr in cities throughout
Iraq. But in contrast to the Marine’s failure to recapture Fallujah,
the US Army’s heavy armored vehicles could enter hostile cities with
impunity. They brought al-Sadr to heel after two months of fighting,
while suffering relatively few casualties.
An uneasy truce was made between the US Army and al-Sadr’s militia,
that would last until the Marines again became involved. On July 31st
2004, the 11th Marine Expeditionary Unit replaced Army units in the holy
city of Najaf, headquarters of Muqtata al-Sadr. Just five days later,
al-Sadr’s militia would again be waging open war against the US, and the
Marines would be calling for reinforcements.
The Marines began skirmishing with al-Sadr’s militiamen as soon as
they were given responsibility for Najaf. After the uprising in April,
US Army units had avoided driving past al-Sadr’s house as part of the
informal truce, but this would not do for the Marines. The second Shia
uprising began after Marines in Najaf provoked al-Sadr by driving their
patrols right up to his stronghold.
A firefight ensued, and al-Sadr’s militiamen took up arms in cities
throughout Iraq in a replay of the uprising in April. The Marines had
not just picked a fight with Muqtada in Najaf, they had engaged his
militia in an ancient cemetery that abutted the Imam Ali Mosque, Shiite
Islam’s holiest shrine. And they did this without informing the Army
chain of command, or the Iraqi government.
According to Maj. David Holahan, second in command of the Marine unit
in Najaf, “We just did it”. But in a replay of the Fallujah assault,
the Marines faced an enemy that they were not prepared for. Within hours
of launching their attack on August 5th, the Marines were pinned down,
and requesting assistance.
Unfortunately for the Marines, their rash attack on al-Sadr’s
headquarters had sparked another revolt by his militiamen. Army units
were once again fighting the Mahdi army in cities throughout Iraq. When
the Army’s Fifth Cavalry Regiment received orders to reinforce the
beleaguered Marines, they were deployed against al-Sadr’s militia in the
outskirts of Bagdhad, 120 miles away.
The Fifth Cavalry arrived in Najaf after a two day drive through
insurgent controlled territory. By then any opportunity to capture
al-Sadr had been lost, because the press, and the Islamic world, were
focused on the Imam Ali Mosque and the adjacent cemetery. Any attack on
Shiite Islam’s holiest shrine, where Muqtata al-Sadr was holed up, would
have had disastrous consequences for the US war effort.
In Fallujah and Najaf, inexperienced Marine units picked fights with
insurgents, and in both cases ended up handing the enemy a strategic
victory. Their failure to recapture Fallujah made the city a rallying
cry for Islamic militarism worldwide, (that is until the second US
assault rendered Fallujah uninhabitable). The Marine’s botched attempt
to capture Muqtata al-Sadr has only strengthened his hand.
Today there are 23,000 Marines in Iraq, out of a total 138,000 U.S.
Armed Forces personnel. Marines are 17 percent of our total force, yet
they have suffered 29 percent of all U.S. casualties; 530 of the more
than 1,820 U.S. service personnel killed in Iraq. The Marine’s
aggressive tactics combined with a lack of armored firepower has proven
lethal, their bravery notwithstanding.
The United States Marines pride themselves on being better
than the US Army. They are harder, more gung-ho, and they possess some
magic that enables them to do things the US Army can’t do. If this is
not true, (as recent events in Iraq suggest), then there is no reason
for a separate Marine Corps.
President Harry Truman once stated that Marines; “Have a propaganda
machine that is almost equal to Stalin’s.” The Marines have always
advertised themselves, but in Truman’s day, they at least had something
to sell. The original raison d’etre of the USMC was their ability to
carry out amphibious landings on hostile beaches.
The truth is, the US Army conducted the biggest amphibious assault in
our nation’s history when they captured the Normandy beaches. And
neither the Army or the Marines have assaulted an enemy held beach since
the Korean war, over fifty years ago. In every subsequent conflict
Soldiers and Marines have fought in the same way, using similar
equipment and tactics.
The Marines are in fact a second Army, and since they compete with
the Army for funds, missions, and prestige, their real enemy is… the US
However, the Marine Corps has an unfair advantage in this
competition. Since the end of Desert Storm the US Army has been
downsized by one third, losing over 200,000 troops and eight combat
divisions. By Contrast the Marines have lost only twenty thousand
personnel. The reason is the National Security Act of 1947, which
prevents any changes in the force structure of the Marines.
Today’s United States Marine Corps is only slightly larger than the
US Army in Iraq. That war is stretching our Army to the breaking point.
The obvious solution is to merge the Army and Marine corps into one
The savings would add up to tens of billions of dollars when their
training, logistics, administration, and headquarters were merged. The
personnel shortages that are now crippling both services would
disappear. And so would the rivalry between the Army and the Marine
Submitted by: Anonymous
I think something that should be discussed is the lack of awareness of the high rate of UA’s in both the active and reserve component of the marine corps. And I mean A LOT. In my platoon alone at least 10 have gone UA and that is not accounting for those in the rest of the company.
One thing is for certain, when a person hates a place, you can not bind them to it regardless of the repercussions. I have witnessed friends use any means to get out, I have seen friends get hurt and be tossed under the rug and ridiculed and belittled as if they were the enemy. It’s sad the culture that has become the marine corps.
We’re told that it’s great from the beginning with it’s promises of camaraderie, leadership, integrity, all flew out the window the second one hits the fleet, active or reserves. The lack of informing applicants of their options because of recruiters wanting to meet their quotas, or fear being the recipient of the boot. Applicants days away from boot camp being dumped by their wives for another, recruits attempting suicide to get out, marines going UA, doing drugs, being injured, etc.
Whether it’d be intentional or not, it has always bothered me. But what has bothered me the most was the lack of care. The lack of care from the “leaders”, “fellows”, and attachments. I have had good friends do all of the above, and I won’t lie I have thought about it in the past as well.
I and the rest of the marines whom have had the bitter taste of reality come to the front so much that they have come to the point of wondering whether what we are doing is worth it or not.
The same leader one day who is “motivated” in the presence of leadership is the same person the next day laughing off people who are gone. I’m tired of the lack of professionalism, the lack of care, the deception, the THIEVERY, the back stabbing. If recruiting posters really showed the reality of the situation, every poster would have an asterisk attached and a brief description of what someone is to expect.
Now, as I get my rant out of the way, and as I reflect on the years that have passed and the people who have done the things they did to get out of the corpse, I don’t blame them. I truly do not blame them one bit. The marine corps sucks, and those who say otherwise are lying.
This branch has built up too much momentum in the direction it’s headed, and the generals and politicians have thrown money and powerpoints at this organization thinking it’ll be for the better but what they fail to see is that it hasn’t gotten any better for decades.
The best image that comes to my mind is that of a coin that is minted perfectly and once it’s damaged, rusted, and worn, can not be utilized anymore and is tossed out and condemned. God forbid you become injured or ill, because there will be no use for you.
I know I’m beating a dead horse but this is a great site that has been made to make the general public aware of the situation the marines find itself in, truly.
Submitted by: broman
I get it, the POG life is supposed to be easy and the Grunt Life sucks. You know what, both equally suck. I don’t care what you say it is, both just suck. Let’s leave it at that.
I don’t know who else feels this way, but the Marine Corps sure as hell doesn’t build you into “a man”, a “gentleman”, or “ladylike” or whatever it is.
Okay, I take that back, maybe it can teach you how to dress well, but that’s completely on you to have a good appearance or not. THAT right there, is an adult decision, something that sure can make you a man/adult, or continue looking like whatever you were previously.
Like other Marines who are venting their anger out on here, I see it all: So called professional Marines who party it up like college students, treating their barracks like a dorm, “lady-like” Marines who soon become infamous barracks bunnies, and being treated like a child/messed around by NCO’s who claim they get you because they once were in your shoes. Okay, then why mistreat the Marines under you? Because you’re trying to one up somebody from your past?
I have only been in for a year and I feel burnt out. I just feel physically, mentally, spiritually, and emotionally taxed, wanting it all to go away whether it’d be drinking or going to a massage parlor for “discreet” massages. That sure as hell doesn’t work, it made me feel emptier.
The Marines Corps, being known for making simple things hard, has made Admin into some monster of itself. My shop is now working almost the same time as a SDA, which will make some of you laugh, but if we’re all missing out on chow hall hours, not coming back to the barracks until 2100, and having to show up around 0530-600, might as well get Commuted Rations or even a bit of an incentive pay?
Being in the shop and watching all these Marine VEERPing out, or soon retiring, I wish I was in their shoes badly. I wish I was that Marine, walking into the S-1 with the last space to fill in, getting that DD-214, and driving out without looking back.
Some people say, “Hey look, maybe if you took some leave just to decompress, maybe that’ll work!”
Sure, but if only I had enough leave days, 18 total isn’t enough.
I want to save up all those days for a trip to Europe next year, provide that I could get through the bureaucratic process to get Foreign Leave approved. I tried saving by being willing to take Special Liberty instead of Leave for Christmas, but was forced to take it when they found out I was flying back later than the time Liberty was secured (0730 on the West Coast, I wanted to fly back at 1630). There goes 6 days!!!
But really, you can’t imagine even if I had those 6 days, I literally hoped out of where I worked. I didn’t care what Marines were thinking, I was just that damn happy! It sucked coming back though, feeling like 6 days went by way too fast.
Hence why if I wanted to take leave, I’d want to take an entire month. Hell, I’ll even beg for PTAD before Christmas if I have to, but I just want time off. That’s how bad it is.
Sorry if it sounds super random or doesn’t make sense guys, I just know if I write something, I feel somewhat better than resorting to wasting money on “happy” massages. But that’s a completely different story for a different website.
Submitted by: BrassNecked14
(or is it 1?, I can never remember)
Having reached the end of my 30 days restriction and EPD, the time came for my freedom. I stopped by the legal office on the last day, and procured a letter explaining that I was a free man after my last restriction muster at 2045.
I arrived at my final muster at 2245, in my own car, driven by a friend (I couldn’t drive, as I was on restriction). Having gotten my sheet signed, and signed the SDO copy, I hit the men’s room, and drove off into the sunset (which any single marine knows means a strip club.)
I had been stuck in the barracks for a month, but the ninja-punch hadn’t taken any money from me. This left me a free man, on a Friday night, with three paychecks burning a hole in my pocket. Being a bit of a snob, I had never frequented the strip clubs near any of the bases. I went to the higher end places, that had at least one scotch whiskey that wasn’t Johnny Walker. Having arrived with my friends, the doorman (a coworker at the security company I worked for off-duty) obviously recognized me, cleared my table, and gave me a slew of free drink tickets (this was the main reason I could afford to patronize this establishment). On my route to my table, I was asked by three different girls why I hadn’t been by for my Friday lap dance in what seemed like forever. At this point, my friends realized what I had been getting up to after work on Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights, and settled in to enjoy the ride.
We made it back to the barracks at the relatively sane hour of 3am, and went to our respective rooms.
For those who may be wondering why I had pestered the legal chief for a letter stating the obvious (that I was no longer restricted, nor usable for bitch-work once my sentence had been served) guess who was pounding on my door at just after 7am the next morning?
I dragged myself, barely conscious and slightly hung over, to my door to find QA, who wanted to know why I had missed my 7am muster, since he was the duty NCO that day. (I had never been required to check in with the barracks duty, merely to report to him/her that I was leaving the barracks for a meal or religious observance, all of my check-ins were with the SDO.) Being the duty NCO, he had a copy of my restriction muster, and was of the opinion that, since my restriction ended after 1630 on Friday, that meant I was on restriction all weekend as well, and he would be using me to police call the barracks (this wasn’t new, I had done it several times already.)
I pointed out that all the blocks were full, and that there were no places left for me or him to sign. He told me that, since I had missed my sign-in, he had already informed the SDO, the GDO, and the officer of the day, who were already on their way. I had been prepared to furnish him a copy of my letter, but this was about to be too much fun. (I was smart enough to have made several copies. He was absolutely the type of guy to tear up a single copy, leaving me with no evidence.)
We waited outside of my room for everyone to arrive, and QA gave his side of the story to each as they arrived. Needless to say the screaming awoke many hungover marines, who did NOT appreciate being awakened at 6am by QA ranting about discipline, rules, and adherence to orders. Once the OOD arrived and heard the story he asked me to explain myself. He wanted to know, in no uncertain terms, just where I thought I got off. If I was on restriction, that meant I was on restriction. That meant no booze, and no leaving the base. I was clearly hung over, and still had the stamps from the bars on the back of my hand. I had exactly 2 seconds to give him a good ******* reason why I had chosen to disobey the lawful orders of a LtCol in the United States marine corps.
At this point I asked the OOD for a moment, walked over to my desk, and handed him a copy of the letter from the legal chief. He read aloud to the assembled masses (to include several spectators who, despite the efforts of the staff duty clerk, had congregated to see what I was up to) that my restriction had expired with my final restriction muster, and I was of course a free man, as of 2245 the night before. The fact that the command had not accounted for the fact that this would leave me out on a Friday, going into a 96 was neither my fault, nor my problem.
Needless to say, the SDO, GDO, and OOD were not happy to have had their time wasted by an overzealous sergeant who was plainly carrying a grudge. The fact that these men had all been called within moments of assuming their posts, to race to a barracks and find nothing of note was not going to help matters. QA, now suitably humiliated, had managed to make a big enough wave that, over the next several hours, the barracks would be visited by my SNCOIC, OIC, SgtMaj and even the old man himself. QA found himself explaining this story in great detail to the entire chain of command for the better part of the day. I was happy to furnish copies of the letter to anyone who asked.
Again, I may have enjoyed this a bit more than was entirely healthy.
Submitted by: Billiam201
Well, I can see that you’re not going to be swayed by arguments or experiences, and that you’re going to join up after graduating high school. To be honest, even if I’d known this site existed before I enlisted, I’d probably have done what you’re doing right now. You see the Marine Corps as a band of brothers where you strive towards a noble goal. If you’re anything like I think you are, you’ll have memorized the leadership traits and principles, all three verses of the Hymn, general orders, and love history in general and Marine Corps history in particular. Since you’re not going to be swayed by anything we say, I guess the best I can do is give you some advice to make your time in more likely to be less sphincter-busting:
1.) Boot camp is three months long, after which you spend about a month or two in SOI, and then either the fleet or the schoolhouse depending on what job you got. You’re then going to be locked into that job for the next four+ years. Don’t bother focusing on initial training, what matters is the four+ years you’re going to be spending doing a job. You have to be absolutely certain that you have the job you want in print BEFORE you ship. I don’t mean a contract with ten jobs on it and your recruiter’s word that you’ll get the one in the middle, I mean a no shit contract for one job that you think you’ll enjoy doing for four years.
2.) If you get to request a duty station, they have you write down an O for overseas, W for west coast, or E for east coast. Write down either W or E if you can’t get W. AVOID OKI LIKE IT’S THE FUCKING PLAGUE. Trust me on this, you want to get some time in a state-side station before you hit that place. If you go there as a Cpl, it’s a very different experience than if you go as a PFC or Lance.
3.) Get your recruiters to let you try on different (bates) boot, shoe, and cami sizes before you go, make sure to check out wide sizes for boots, and then remember those sizes when you hit receiving. There should be a base somewhere near you that has an exchange, just have them take you there. You’re paying for that stuff, you should be sure it fits you and you don’t have to replace it all with new shit when you hit the fleet.
4.) When they ask you if you want to pay the $100 a month for the Montgomery GI bill for 12 months, politely tell them to go to hell. You don’t need to pay for the Post 9/11 GI bill. Go to these websites to learn more about the Post-9/11 GI bill, which is a better deal than the Montgomery ever was:
5.) MCIs are little tests that everyone cheats on, and can be worth college credit. They probably won’t apply to any real degree you could want after you get out (unless you get your BA in weapons of mass destruction from Patriot Bible University or some shit) but they do help with your class standing. Most Universities have a limited number of seats in their classes, so the more credits you have, the sooner you can enroll for classes. This hasn’t bothered me, because I’m an honors student and I get to apply a few weeks before the upper classmen, but I have about fifty credits from MCIs and stuff sitting on my college transcript that don’t apply to my degree. If nothing else, it gives you something to do that could potentially benefit you in service, and might benefit you when you get out. Trust me, nobody gives two shits if you memorized the drill manual once you get out. Just be sure to do the ones that count for more college credit first, the list I used is several years old and from a different branch, but it’s the best that’s out there currently as far as I know:
6.) When you leave boot camp and hit the fleet, do not do any of the following:
– Buy a new vehicle at high interest rates, or any vehicle that you can’t pay off in 6 months or less.
– Walk off base in boots, a backpack, 7.62 design clothing, a cowboy outfit, or with your dogtags hanging out of your shirt.
– Go to the strip clubs or bars outside the main gate.
– Drink underage.
– Marry your high school girlfriend to get off base and higher pay.
– Marry a stripper/hooker (you’ll be surprised to see how often that happens).
– Use BAMCIS as an expletive in a sentence.
– Talk about your boot camp/SOI stories.
– Get a moto tat or meat tag (a tattoo with your social security number on it is a bad idea).
– Walk around a boot trap. If you’re stateside, there’s areas where the boots accumulate off base called boot traps. Salesmen know where those places are and are looking to rob you blind through scams, people who’ve been there a while know where those places are, just ask.
7.) Understand how the promotion system works for E5 and below. The Marine Corps is unique among the armed forces in that it doesn’t care if you’re good at your job for promotion. Military Occupational Specialty (MOS, your job) proficiency matters dick, what counts is whether or not your SNCOs like you. Different MOSs have different cutting scores to pick up Cpl and Sgt. Check out this list:
This month, say you have a 1400. If you’re a 2147 LAV mech, your cutting score to meet or beat is a 1335, you might be a CPL before you hit the fleet, and you’ll definitely be one as soon as as you rate a score. If you’re an 1812 M1A1 crewman on the other hand, your cutting score for Cpl is a 1694, and you have a few years to go. Once you max out your P/CFT, rifle, and education scores, there’s really nothing you can do to raise your score; you get to sit around and get fucked with for however long it takes to pick up. If you’re willing to be the office bitch and pick up faster, get to know Excell and PowerPoint before you ship.
– Windex is great for wooden ledges and planes, don’t use pledge, it attracts dust. Don’t use Windex on your corframs or any other shiny “leather” or “brass” article of clothing. It leaves a residue that gives off a rainbow shine.
– Be sure to use Brasso on your door knob and shiny things, not uniform items.
– The grout in your bathroom wasn’t white when they put it in, but it’s going to have to be now. You can use white-out, or this product:
– Pull your carpet out of your room (if you have one) the first time you can, and sweep, vacuum, mop, and use Mop & Glo under and around it. Then bring the carpet back in and duct tape that thing to the floor.
– Get two shower curtains, one’s an inspection curtain and the other is the one you use, just put the one you use in a trash bag in something you can lock for field day.
– When you’re buffing the floor (if you didn’t take my advice and chose
Oki) lean back to make it go left, lean forward to make it go right.
Don’t let on that you’re able to do that though, or your ass is going to
be up till three every Friday morning buffing and stripping and buffing
and stripping the no-buff floors of your barracks.
– Determine the length of your hanger rod in inches, divide that by the
number of things you’re going to be hanging from it and that’s how many
inches of separation you should have between each of your hangers. Use
your ribbon measuring tool to be certain.
– Don’t use edge dressing on your corframs if you can avoid it, it makes a mess, looks like shit, and is generally worthless.
– Once you’ve accumulated what you think is going to be the last ribbon you’re going to get, order a rack from here:
It looks good and no, there’s no order that says only drill instructors can wear them.
– Use a web belt to back your ribbons, it’s the perfect length and you should have oodles of spares coming out of boot camp.
– Don’t use starch on your cammies, they say not to on the tag inside of those $120 outfits. You light up like a Christmas tree on NVGs if you do, it shortens their life-span and can stain them. Just wash them and hang them in the shape you want when they come out of the drier.
– For fucks sake, don’t starch your cover into a rigid shape. Just wash it, don’t send it through the dryer, and pull the sides up so it dries in the shape you want it.
– Don’t iron your Chucks. There’s super glue in the seams of the shirt to keep them there that you’ll melt if you do.
10.) Lastly, mental dissonance. If you’re anything like I was, you’re going to hit a point where you realize that the Marine Corps isn’t a rite of passage, and that you’re being judged based off of your ability to parrot and follow orders regardless of their validity, nothing else. At this point, you’re going to have to make a decision, do you turn on your peers and step on them to get up, or do you hold to your honor and get passed over for those who are willing to play the game? Are you a prisoner, or a convict? I hope that you make a decision you can live with when that time comes.
Ok, I know we have all had this complaint, but I haven’t heard or read any really high-quality, nostril-flaring rants about it, so I’m going to give it a rip.
We all know that the marine dress blue uniform has exactly three purposes:
1) To be worn on television commercials.
2) To be worn to the USMC birthday ball.
3) To be worn by the Silent Drill Team (a purpose stunningly similar to item 1)
Whereas the USMC birthday ball has only one purpose: to give marines who aren’t a member of the Silent Drill Team a chance to wear those shiny dress blues.
I can’t speak for how much a set of dress blues cost nowadays, but when I last owned a set (let’s just say there were still two towers in NYC, so my memory may be a little faded) the jacket was around $200. Of course that was just a jacket, and it had the crappiest brass buttons you could imagine. If you wanted nice ones those ran around $100 a set. Let’s not forget that this came without the chicken/ball/hooks, for another $10. Gloves, white belt, buckle appropriate to your rank, special red/gold chevrons and you’re in for another $100 or so. You have now blown an entire paycheck on a jacket.
Unless of course you had had actual medals, and wanted to wear those, instead of ribbons. Of course, you weren’t issued anodized medals, so you’ll need to pick those up at $25-$50 apiece, depending on which ones they were.
So, if I wanted a set of dress blues, I would have been out around $400 ($600 with my medals) for the sole purpose of paying another $80 (or the bargain price of $150 for a pair) to attend a ‘voluntary’ function.
I doubt I am alone in saying that, apart from threats and intimidation, many marines would elect not to attend this farce. As most know, torment awaits those who don’t attend the ball, most times. In my personal opinion, telling me that attending is voluntary, but I will spend the entire time on a working party cleaning up the messes left by the drunken revelers if I don’t go, doesn’t count as voluntary. If you have to have sentries standing outside to make sure I don’t leave before the appointed time, it’s not a voluntary function. Just tell me it’s mandatory, rather than insulting my intelligence by making up some song and dance about how I had a choice. (By that logic the prisoners at Leavenworth have a choice, they can stay ‘voluntarily’ or be shot trying to leave.)
My unit in San Diego was enormous. Large enough that there were precious few facilities large enough to accommodate an enormous horde by the time all the marines brought their wives/husbands/girlfriends/boyfriends along. As a result, ball attendance those three years wasn’t that unique brand of voluntary and compulsory that it was in my other two service years, you just didn’t get the half day off the day of the ball, and the next day off. (Of course, it was widely whispered that your marks or fit-reps would reflect your absence, but I never saw any evidence of this)
This was the best part of ball season, as far as I was concerned. I got to sit at the barracks, watch the drunken sword fights (participate in a few) show up at work the next day, hang out with my people (the angry, disgruntled and unmotivated), answer phones and go home to mess with everyone just waking up with a massive hangover. We were allowed to do this because there were flight operations to support, and someone had to be there in case a flying squadron needed something.
One year, the ball was in Laughlin, Nevada at a low-budget casino/resort with a campground across the street. Now, as an added bonus, we got to pay for a hotel room as part of our ball ticket, and a bus would be provided if we didn’t want to drive. We would not be allowed into the casino, nor to drink outside of the ball area. Additionally, if we weren’t bringing a date (enabling us to pay for both beds in the room) the command did not have the time or the inclination to take room requests, so you might have ended up paired with someone you truly hated. Sounds like a blast doesn’t it?
Now that we have been duly threatened, and spent a month’s pay on our uniform and tickets, we finally get to go to the ball itself. This should be a decent experience, shouldn’t it? Hang out with your pals, have a few drinks, maybe even make fun of all the ugly, fat dependapotamus herds slowly making the rounds of the dance floor, while yelling at the boots for ‘leering’ at them.
Not so fast, my friend. You now get to spend upwards of an hour listening to speeches from your CO (who obviously didn’t get his job for his public speaking skills), the SgtMaj, and that grizzled old warrant officer that every unit has, who has been in since the ‘shores of tripoli’ line was written, and has a social security number of 17. After all this, we get to eat our $80 piece of dry, lukewarm chicken and wilted salad, before listening to another speech from CWO-4 leatherbrains before he cuts a cake, making sure to allow all the officers to get a picture of it.
After the cake has been passed out, now we can get to the fun, right?
Hold on, devil nuts.
That beer that you’ve been rubbing your head and wishing you could have all night? Get in line. 1000 other guys have been begging for the same beer, and were inevitably closer to the bar than you. On top of that, your date wants a drink, and you may have a one-drink-at-a-time limit to discourage abuses at the ball (just for E5 and below, of course).
After several minutes of being pressed like a gabardine ham, you make your way back to your table, carrying two drinks, to find your date being systematically stalked by your superiors. They have somehow been drinking heavily all evening, and are frustrated with the red-faced rhino-beast at their table, so they want to take a crack at the girl you brought. You are forced to laugh at their jokes, and try to find a remotely courteous way to get her out of there, before Gunny’s eyeballs actually pop from his head and land in her décolletage.
After enduring three to four hours of this siege, largely spent apologizing profusely to the young lady who ‘thought it would be fun’ to go to the ball, you make a run for it, and are stopped at the door by the bootenant that the old man has cleverly placed in the smoking area to ‘discourage’ early departures. If you have a particularly clever girlfriend (which I did – once) she makes some remark about how badly she needs you to help her out of her dress once you get her home <wink> and the butter-barred door guard will let you go.
So now, still hungry, broke and wandering the streets in a dress blue uniform dragging along a young lady in an evening dress, you have to either find a cab (if you could afford more than one drink) or whatever means you arrived at the ball. If it was that bus, you’re still fucked. It’s not leaving until the old man is too drunk to prevent it.
Admittedly, sometimes this is the fun part. As you leave the ball, you wander around downtown, go to a couple of places, maybe even hit an In-N-Out Burger in dress blues, wearing a sword. Most of the time, you’re exhausted, let down, and just want to go home.
And the officers will spend the entire next year sitting around and wondering why they have to force you to go to this thing.
Submitted by: Billiam201
When last we left our intrepid author, there was finally a charge sheet on its way down from legal for failing to properly sort cigarette butts.
In this case, as I was deposed QA was unable to produce enough evidence to get past the sergeant major, leaving QA embarrassed and seeking revenge.
Unfortunately for me, nobody is NJP-proof. They will get you if they want you. Also during this time, I was struggling with my weight due to some injuries I had suffered.
Soon, the mando PT gods would come calling, and sure enough, I was shortly found up an unsanitary tributary lacking adequate means of propulsion.
To make a long story short, I was charged with UA for failing to go to PT which I had not been assigned to yet. The SSgt wrote a statement that he had ordered me to go, but had been unable to contact me to sign my assignment letter because I had been on leave. (The fact that I had not been on leave was completely irrelevant to my case)
I showed up to my first restriction muster with a gold star in place of the crossed rifles on my rank, which the SDO (whom I had known for some time) found moderately amusing, we laughed a bit, and I put on the proper rank. In our conversation I remarked that I had actually not even been a sergeant long enough to have had my uniforms done, and the only thing that had been done was the alpha blouse that I had hand-sewn the Sgt. chevrons on the night before.
We had a good laugh that, in this case, not being ‘squared away’ actually paid pretty big dividends. The half-month pay actually being less than having the base tailor do the ranks, and then have everything cleaned and pressed again.
About this time, QA shows up (to make sure I am properly suffering under the yoke I am supposed to be under) and overheard that last part. I was now ‘fraternizing’ with the SDO, and was being blatantly disrespectful to the uniform.
(How I am supposed to be disrespectful to my own property is STILL beyond my comprehension)
As QA whined to my superiors about how horrible a person I am, he came to the realization that I was suddenly the junior corporal in the shop. I can still almost hear his little shoulder devil, cackling like an inbred hyena and drooling on itself, as he realized that he ‘had me right where he wanted me’.
Now he could send me on every shitty little assignment he could think of (The fact that this got me out of the shop, and I actually enjoyed it was completely beside the point). Additionally, I actually read the disciplinary manuals, much to his chagrin, and my amusement. I discovered that (because I had to muster with the SDO every 2 hours all weekend) I rated to be escorted to the PX during the business day, to purchase whatever essentials I might need. Not many members of the shop had cars, and I wasn’t allowed to drive mine. The escort also had to be senior to me, so that left three corporals and a sergeant (besides QA, who certainly wasn’t doing it himself. He would have to have stopped surfing blackvoices.com) eligible to escort me. I was friendly with them all, and we took full advantage.
Given that Miramar had greatly increased in population, it only makes sense to knock down the chow hall, and build a smaller one. As a result the lines were horrendous. This left my escort and I waiting forever to get our food, and if we weren’t in a great hurry, so be it. Upon finishing our meals, we proceeded to the exchange, where the first thing I did was get in line for a haircut. Since many other marines were trying to squeeze in haircuts during lunch, this took a while (I had decided to cultivate the low-reg to end all low-regs, just to piss off QA at this point). After that, we headed into the exchange itself, just in time for the dependa-wave, as they all finished grazing with their husbands and headed inside to buy inane shit.
After searching for the perfect razor, and killing about two smoke breaks, we would head back to the shop, freshly shorn, and in possession of all needed cleaning supplies.
Just in time to go home for the day.
R 132014Z JAN 15
SUBJ/FY16 VOLUNTARY ENLISTED EARLY RELEASE PROGRAM//
NARR/REF (A) IS SECNAV APPROVAL OF VOLUNTARY ENLISTED EARLY RELEASE PROGRAM (VEERP) DATED 23 MAR 2012. REF (B) IS MARADMIN 662/13, FY15 VOLUNTARY ENLISTED EARLY RELEASE PROGRAM (VEERP). REF (C) IS MCO 1900.16, MARINE CORPS SEPARATION AND RETIREMENT MANUAL (MARCORSEPMAN). REF (D) IS PERSONNEL ADMIN ADVISORY (PAA) 06-06. REF (E) IS ONLINE MARINE CORPS TOTAL FORCE SYSTEM (MCTFS) PERSONNEL REPORTING INSTRUCTIONS USERS MANUAL. REF (F) IS OPNAVINST 1900.4, SEPARATION PAY FOR INVOLUNTARY SEPARATION FROM ACTIVE DUTY WITH CHANGE TWO. REF (G) IS DFAS 7220.31R, MCTFS AUTOMATED PAY SYSTEM MANUAL. REF (H) IS MCO 1560.25, MARINE CORPS LIFELONG LEARNING PROGRAM. REF (I) IS MARADMIN 704/13, UPDATE TO TRANSFER OF EDUCATION BENEFITS (TEB) POLICY. REF (J) IS THE MONTGOMERY GI BILL WEBSITEWWW.GIBILL.VA.GOV.//
POC/D. R. BUCK/CAPT/UNIT: CMC MMIB-1/-/TEL: DSN 278-9971//
POC/A. C. FITZGERALD/CAPT/UNIT: CMC MPP-20/-/TEL: DSN 278-9361//
GENTEXT/REMARKS/1. PURPOSE. THE FY16 VOLUNTARY ENLISTED EARLY RELEASE PROGRAM (VEERP)IS A COST SAVINGS INITIATIVE THAT WILL PERMIT SHAPING AND SUSTAINING THE FORCE WITHIN THE CONSTRAINTS OF THE APPROVED BUDGET. THE PROGRAM REMAINS FOCUSED ON COST SAVINGS FOR THE MARINE CORPS AND IS NOT AN INDIVIDUAL ENTITLEMENT PROGRAM. THIS MESSAGE SERVES TO ESTABLISH THE AUTHORITY, ELIGIBILITY, AND PROCEDURES FOR THE VOLUNTARY EARLY RELEASE OF ACTIVE DUTY ENLISTED MARINES WHOSE TERM OF SERVICE WILL EXPIRE DURING FY16 (1 OCTOBER 2015 TO 30 SEPTEMBER 2016).
2. BACKGROUND. REFERENCE (A) PROVIDES THE AUTHORITY FROM THE SECRETARY OF THE NAVY TO ESTABLISH A VOLUNTARY ENLISTED EARLY RELEASE PROGRAM. THE FY16 VEERP WILL COMMENCE UPON THE PUBLICATION OF THIS MARADMIN AND WILL RUN CONCURRENTLY WITH REF (B) FY15 VEERP. MARINES APPROVED FOR THIS PROGRAM MAY SEPARATE NO GREATER THAN 365 DAYS PRIOR TO THEIR CURRENT EXPIRATION OF ACTIVE SERVICE (EAS). MARINES APPROVED FOR THE FY16 VEERP WILL BE CONSIDERED TO HAVE COMPLETED THEIR FULL ACTIVE SERVICE COMMITMENT. THIS MARADMIN DOES NOT EXEMPT MARINES FROM COMPLETING RESERVE OR READY RESERVE OBLIGATIONS PER THEIR INDIVIDUAL SERVICE ENLISTMENT CONTRACTS.
A. ANY ACTIVE DUTY ENLISTED MARINE WITH A FY16 EAS (1 OCTOBER 2015 TO 30 SEPTEMBER 2016).
B. MARINES MAY REQUEST TO SEPARATE NO GREATER THAN 365 DAYS PRIOR TO THEIR CURRENT EAS. FY16 VEERP AUTHORIZES MARINES TO SEPARATE CROSS FY (I.E. FY16 EAS ADJUSTED TO FY15).
C. MARINES REQUESTING TO SEPARATE GREATER THAN 180 DAYS EARLY MUST HAVE AN ENDORSEMENT FROM THE FIRST GENERAL OFFICER IN THE CHAIN OF COMMAND. THE FOLLOWING EXAMPLES ILLUSTRATE DIFFERENT HYPOTHETICAL SITUATIONS:
(1) A MARINE WITH AN EXISTING EAS OF 1 AUGUST 2016 REQUESTS TO DEPART THE MARINE CORPS ON 1 SEPTEMBER 2015. SINCE THE REQUESTED EAS DATE IS GREATER THAN 180 DAYS FROM THE ORIGINAL EAS DATE, THIS REQUEST MUST HAVE AN ENDORSEMENT FROM THE FIRST GENERAL OFFICER IN THE CHAIN OF COMMAND.
(2) A MARINE WITH AN EXISTING EAS OF 31 JANUARY 2016 REQUESTS TO DEPART THE MARINE CORPS ON 15 SEPTEMBER 2015. SINCE THE REQUESTED EAS DATE IS LESS THAN 180 DAYS FROM THE ORIGINAL EAS DATE, THIS REQUEST CAN BE FORWARDED WITHOUT A GENERAL OFFICER ENDORSEMENT.
D. MARINES MUST NOT BE STABILIZED FOR DEPLOYMENT AT THE TIME OF REQUESTED EARLY RELEASE (NEW EAS). ADDITIONALLY, MARINES NOT STABILIZED BUT POSSESSING OBLIGATED SERVICE TO MEET FUTURE DEPLOYMENT DEMAND WILL BE CONSIDERED ON A CASE-BY-CASE BASIS.
E. MARINES ARE REQUIRED TO ATTEND MANDATED PRE-SEPARATION COUNSELING PER TITLE 10 USC 1142. MARINES MUST BE TRANSITION READINESS SEMINAR (TRS) COMPLETE AND MEDICALLY QUALIFIED PRIOR TO EARLY RELEASE.
F. MARINES MUST BE ELIGIBLE FOR AN HONORABLE OR GENERAL (UNDER HONORABLE CONDITION) DISCHARGE CHARACTERIZATION AT TIME OF EARLY RELEASE.
G. INDIVIDUAL REQUESTS 180 DAYS AND LESS MUST BE SUBMITTED VIA THE ADCON ENDORSING CHAIN OF COMMAND (BATTALION/SQUADRON). REQUESTS GREATER THAN 180 DAYS MUST BE SUBMITTED VIA THE ENDORSING CHAIN OF COMMAND TO INCLUDE GENERAL OFFICER ENDORSEMENT TO BE CONSIDERED ELIGIBLE.
H. MARINES CURRENTLY SERVING AS PERMANENT RESIDENT ALIENS, IN ANTICIPATION OF GAINING UNITED STATES CITIZENSHIP, MUST HAVE SERVED A MINIMUM OF THREE YEARS ACTIVE SERVICE AT THE TIME OF EARLY RELEASE.
I. MARINES WHO HAVE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING PRIMARY MOS’S ARE INELIGIBLE FOR AN EARLY RELEASE GREATER THAN 180 DAYS FROM THEIR ORIGINAL EAS UNDER THIS PROGRAM: 0211, 0231, 0241, 0321, 0372, 0651, 0689, 0842, 0861, 1171, 1391, 2111, 2141, 2147, 2621, 2631, 2651, 2671, 2673, 2676, 2831, 2847, 2874, 4133, 4612, 4821, 5512, 5524, 5821, 5948, 5954, 6042, 6112, 6116, 6152, 6154, 6156, 6172, 6173, 6174, 6176, 6213, 6217, 6218, 6257, 6258, 6276, 6283, 6287, 6288, 6313, 6317, 6322, 6326, 6333, 6337, 6338, 6386, 6492, OR 7257. THIS HEADQUARTERS RESERVES THE RIGHT TO ADJUST THE PRECEEDING LIST AS NECESSARY TO MAINTAIN MOS AND GRADE HEALTH IN RELATION TO AUTHORIZED STRENGTH REQUIREMENTS.
4. INELIGIBILITY. MARINES MEETING ANY OF THE FOLLOWING CONDITIONS ARE INELIGIBLE TO PARTICIPATE IN THE FY16 VOLUNTARY ENLISTED EARLY RELEASE PROGRAM:
A. MARINES WHO DO NOT HAVE A FY16 EAS (1 OCTOBER 2015 TO 30 SEPTEMBER 2016)
B. MARINES SCHEDULED FOR TRANSFER TO THE FMCR OR RETIRED LIST.
C. MARINES WHO ARE INDEBTED TO THE GOVERNMENT (TO INCLUDE ADVANCE AND EXCESS LEAVE). INDEBTED MARINES DESIRING EARLY SEPARATION CAN MAKE ACCELERATED REPAYMENT OF THEIR DEBTS BY INCREASING SCHEDULED INSTALLMENT AMOUNTS AND BY MAKING CASH COLLECTIONS TO REPAY THEIR INDEBTEDNESS. INDEBTEDNESS MUST BE ENTIRELY RESOLVED PRIOR TO EARLY RELEASE.
D. MARINES BEING RELEASED UNDER OTHER HQMC DIRECTED EARLY OUT PROGRAMS, E.G., EARLY RELEASE FOR EDUCATION, TEMPORARY EARLY RETIREMENT AUTHORITY, VOLUNTARY SEPARATION PAY PROGRAM.
E. MARINES PARTICIPATING IN THE NATIONAL CALL TO SERVICE PROGRAM.
F. MARINES CURRENTLY ON TERMINAL LEAVE AWAY FROM THE PERMANENT DUTY STATION (PDS) PENDING SEPARATION.
G. MARINES WHO MANIFEST SYMPTOMS OF POST TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER/TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY AND ARE UNDERGOING POST DEPLOYMENT HEALTH EVALUATION AND MANAGEMENT CARE WILL NOT BE SEPARATED UNDER THIS AUTHORITY UNTIL THAT PROCESS IS COMPLETE OR A WAIVER OF TREATMENT EVALUATION HAS BEEN EXECUTED.
H. MARINES PENDING LEGAL ACTION OR PROCEEDINGS, ADMINISTRATIVE SEPARATION, OR DISABILITY SEPARATION OR RETIREMENT ARE NOT ELIGIBLE FOR THE VEERP. THE MARINE MAY SUBMIT FOR VEERP ONCE PROCEEDINGS ARE COMPLETED AND IF HE/SHE REMAINS ELIGIBLE FOR RELEASE UNDER HONORABLE CONDITIONS. THE VEERP SHOULD NOT BE VIEWED AS AN EXPEDITIOUS MANNER TO SEPARATE MARINES WHO FALL INTO A CATEGORY WHICH REQUIRES MANDATORY PROCESSING FOR ADMINISTRATIVE SEPARATION PER REFERENCE (C).
5. PROGRAM TIMELINE
A. APPLICATION PROCESSING WILL COMMENCE IMMEDIATELY UPON RELEASE OF THIS MARADMIN. MARINES REQUESTING A NEW CROSS FISCAL YEAR SEPARATION DATE FROM FY16 TO FY15 MUST SUBMIT THEIR VEERP REQUEST IN ENOUGH TIME TO REACH THIS HQ (MMIB) NO LATER THAN 120 DAYS PRIOR TO THE NEW REQUESTED EAS DATE. MARINES REQUESTING NON-CROSS FISCAL YEAR SEPARATION DATES WILL SUBMIT THEIR REQUESTS IN ENOUGH TIME TO REACH THIS HQ 60 DAYS PRIOR TO THE NEW EAS REQUESTED DATE. VEERP PROCESSING EXAMPLES ARE PROVIDED BELOW:
(1) CROSS YEAR VEERP (UP TO 365 DAYS): A MARINE WITH AN EXISTING EAS OF 31 AUGUST 2016 REQUESTS TO DEPART THE MARINE CORPS ON 31 AUGUST 2015. SINCE THE EAS DATE CROSSES FISCAL YEARS, THIS REQUEST MUST REACH HQMC (MMIB) NO LATER THAN 2 MAY 2015.
(2) CROSS YEAR VEERP (LESS THAN 180 DAYS): A MARINE WITH AN EXISTING EAS OF 31 OCTOBER 2015 REQUESTS TO DEPART THE MARINE CORPS ON 31 JULY 2015. SINCE THE REQUESTED EAS DATE CROSSES FISCAL YEARS, THIS REQUEST MUST REACH HQMC (MMIB) NO LATER THAN 1 APRIL 2015.
(3) NON-CROSS YEAR VEERP: A MARINE WITH AN EXISTING EAS OF 31 JULY 2015 REQUESTS TO DEPART THE MARINE CORPS ON 31 MAY 2015. SINCE THE REQUESTED EAS DATE DOES NOT CROSS FISCAL YEARS, THIS REQUEST MUST REACH HQMC (MMIB) NO LATER THAN 31 MARCH 2015.
B. ADDITIONALLY, THE MARINE MUST MEET ALL ELIGIBILITY CRITERIA OUTLINED IN PARAGRAPH 3 OF THIS MARADMIN PRIOR TO EARLY RELEASE. UPON EARLY RELEASE, THE MARINE WILL BE CONSIDERED TO HAVE COMPLETED HIS/HER FULL ACTIVE SERVICE COMMITMENT. COMMANDERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO MAXIMIZE THE USE OF THIS CROSS FISCAL YEAR PROGRAM IN ORDER TO MAXIMIZE BUDGETARY SAVINGS AND FAVORABLY IMPACT MARINE CORPS ENDSTRENGTH GOALS.
6. COORDINATING INSTRUCTIONS
A. HQMC (MP) MAINTAINS ALL POLICY ASSOCIATED WITH THIS PROGRAM.
B. HQMC (MM) MAINTAINS FINAL APPROVAL AUTHORITY FOR ALL REQUESTS.
C. INDIVIDUAL MARINES MUST SUBMIT REQUESTS BY AA FORM VIA THEIR ADCON CHAIN OFCOMMAND TO CMC (MMIB-1).
D. IT IS UNDERSTOOD THAT FULL PARTICIPATION IN THIS PROGRAM MAY RESULT IN SOME UNITS ACCEPTING TEMPORARY RISK BY FALLING BELOW HISTORICAL STAFFING LEVELS AS OUTLINED IN PREVIOUS VEERP MESSAGES. COMMANDERS’ SUPPORT OF THIS FORCE SHAPING TOOL IS CRITICAL FOR THE MARINE CORPS TO ATTAIN ITS DRAWDOWN GOAL.
E. SUBMIT ALL VEERP PACKAGES TO THIS HQ (MMIB) FOR PROPER ADJUDICATION VIA OUTLOOK TO SMB.MANPOWER.MMIB1(AT)USMC.MIL USING THE FORMAT AND ATTACHMENT FOUND ON THE MMIB-1 DISTRIBUTION/MODELS/SYSTEMS SUPPORT/REQUIREMENTS DEVELOPMENT SECTION WEBSITE.
(1) EARLY RELEASE REQUESTS 180 DAYS OR LESS FROM AN INDIVIDUAL’S EXISTING EAS MUST BE SUBMITTED VIA THE ADCON ENDORSING CHAIN OF COMMAND (BATTALION/SQUADRON).
(2) EARLY RELEASE REQUESTS GREATER THAN 180 DAYS FROM AN INDIVIDUAL’S EXISTING EAS WILL BE SUBMITTED VIA THE ADCON CHAIN OF COMMAND AND ENDORSED BY THE FIRST GENERAL OFFICER.
(3) WITHOUT THE REQUIRED ATTACHMENTS AND ACCURATE ELECTRONIC DATA INTERCHANGE PERSONAL IDENTIFIER (EDIPI), REQUESTS WILL NOT BE PROCESSED. USE PROCEDURES FROM REF (D) TO TRANSMIT MARINES’ PERSONAL DATA. THE REQUIRED SPREADSHEET ATTACHMENT CAN BE FOUND ON THE MMIB-1 WEBSITE IN THE DISTRIBUTION/MODELS/SYSTEMS SUPPORT/REQUIREMENTS DEVELOPMENT SECTION AFTER LOG-IN TO THE MANPOWER AND RESERVE AFFAIRS PORTAL. CONTACT THE HQMC (MM) POC WITH SUBMISSIONS QUESTIONS TO ENSURE ACCURACY IN SUBMISSION PROCEDURES.
(4) COMMANDERS WILL RECOMMEND APPROVAL OF THE SPECIFIC DATE FOR SEPARATION ON THE SPREADSHEET WHEN ENDORSING A MARINE’S REQUEST FOR EARLY RELEASE. COMMANDERS ARE ADVISED THAT VACANCIES OCCURRING FROM MARINES APPROVED FOR VEERP WILL BE FILLED AS SOON AS PRACTICABLE BASED UPON PRIORITIZED REQUIREMENTS. TERMINAL LEAVE IS AUTHORIZED AT COMMANDERS’ DISCRETION UPON APPROVAL OF THE VEERP BY HQMC.
(5) COMMANDERS WILL PROVIDE SPECIFIC JUSTIFICATION FOR INDIVIDUAL MARINES NOT RECOMMENDED FOR APPROVAL TO PARTICIPATE IN THE PROGRAM. COMMANDERS UTILIZING STABILIZATION FOR DEPLOYMENT AS JUSTIFICATION MUST ENSURE THAT MARINES HAVE BEEN REPORTED TO MMEA FOR PROPER STABILIZATION AND DCC REPORTING. FOR DEPLOYMENT PLANNING PURPOSES, MARINES DEPLOYING IN SUPPORT OF A MEU REQUIRE 15 MONTHS REMAINING ON CONTRACT WHILE UDP DEPLOYMENTS REQUIRE 12 MONTHS REMAINING ON CONTRACT. FAILURE TO PROVIDE SPECIFIC RECOMMENDATIONS DOES NOT ALLOW THIS HQ TO MAKE INFORMED DECISIONS.
F. HQMC (MM) RESERVES THE AUTHORITY TO APPROVE/DISAPPROVE/RESTRICT THE TOTAL NUMBER OF EARLY RELEASE DAYS TO MEET THE NEEDS OF THE MARINE CORPS. MARINES OVERSEAS AND IN SOME PRIMARY MILITARY OCCUPATIONAL SPECIALTIES MAY BE RELEASED AT LESS THAN REQUESTED RELEASE AND/OR COMMANDER RECOMMENDED DATES. UPON HQMC (MM) FINAL APPROVAL, MMIB WILL REPORT THE NEW EAS/ECC VIA MCTFS UNIT DIARY ENTRY PER REF (E). COMMANDERS WILL BE NOTIFIED OF VEERP APPROVAL VIA DIARY FEEDBACK REPORT WITH HISTORY STATEMENT INDICATING APPROVAL FOR VEERP. IN THE CASE OF VEERP DISAPPROVAL, HQMC (MM) WILL REPORT A DISCHARGE DISAPPROVED ENTRY VIA UNIT DIARY.
G. MARINES BEING SEPARATED UNDER VEERP WILL SIGN A PAGE 11 ENTRY FOR INCLUSION IN THEIR OFFICIAL MILITARY PERSONNEL FILE ACKNOWLEDGING THAT THEY ARE A VOLUNTEER FOR THE PROGRAM AND THAT SEPARATION REQUIREMENTS WILL BE COMPLETED PRIOR TO EAS. EXAMPLE PAGE 11 ENTRY: I HAVE BEEN APPROVED FOR PARTICIPATION IN THE FY16 VOLUNTARY ENLISTED EARLY RELEASE PROGRAM. I UNDERSTAND THAT MY NEW EAS IS (YYYY/MM/DD). I HAVE BEEN COUNSELED ON THE CONTENTS OF THE FY16 VOLUNTARY ENLISTED EARLY RELEASE PROGRAM MARADMIN AND UNDERSTAND THAT I WILL BE CONSIDERED TO HAVE COMPLETED MY FULL ACTIVE SERVICE COMMITMENT. I UNDERSTAND THAT I AM REQUIRED TO COMPLETE ANY REMAINING RESERVE OR READY RESERVE OBLIGATIONS PER MY INDIVIDUAL SERVICE ENLISTMENT CONTRACT. ADDITIONALLY, I UNDERSTAND THAT PRE-SEPARATION COUNSELING, TRS AND MEDICAL SCREENING FOR SEPARATION MUST BE COMPLETE PRIOR TO MY NEW EAS.
H. UNIT DIARY ENTRIES REPORTING RELEASE FROM ACTIVE DUTY OR DISCHARGE WILL BE SUBMITTED PER REF (E).
(1) THE SEPARATION PROGRAM DESIGNATOR CODE (SPD) FOR ACTIVE DUTY ENLISTED MARINES BEING RELEASED FROM ACTIVE DUTY IS MCC1, REDUCTION IN FORCE. THIS SPD APPLIES TO MARINES THAT HAVE REMAINING OBLIGATED SERVICE OR WISH TO TRANSFER TO THE RESERVES. REF (C), PARAGRAPH 6404.3 PROVIDES THE AUTHORITY FOR THIS SPD.
(2) THE SPD FOR ACTIVE DUTY ENLISTED MARINES BEING DISCHARGED FROM ACTIVE DUTY IS KCC1, REDUCTION IN FORCE. THIS SPD APPLIES TO MARINES WHO HAVE COMPLETED EIGHT YEARS ACTIVE DUTY OBLIGATED SERVICE AND DO NOT WISH TO TRANSFER TO THE RESERVES. REF (C), PARAGRAPH 6404.3 PROVIDES THE AUTHORITY FOR THIS SPD.
(3) MARINES ALREADY DENIED FURTHER SERVICE WILL RETAIN THE APPROPRIATE SPD CODE AND MUST SUBMIT FOR SEPARATIONS PAY DETERMINATION PER REFS (C) AND (F). RELEASE OF REGULAR ACTIVE ENLISTED MARINES WITH MILITARY SERVICE OBLIGATIONS FROM ACTIVE DUTY WILL BE AFFECTED IN ACCORDANCE WITH REF (C).
I. IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT COMMANDS NOTIFY THEIR DISBURSING OFFICERS/FINANCE OFFICERS (DO/FO) REGARDING EARLY SEPARATIONS IN ACCORDANCE WITH REFERENCE (G).
J. MARINES WISHING TO WITHDRAW FROM PARTICIPATION IN VEERP FOLLOWING APPROVAL SHOULD SUBMIT CORRESPONDENCE VIA THE MMIB-1 SMB ACCOUNT, SMB.MANPOWER.MMIB(AT)USMC.MIL, REQUESTING THAT THEIR VEERP REQUEST BE CANCELLED. MARINES WISHING TO REQUEST A LONGER VEERP PERIOD THAN ALREADY APPROVED SHOULD FIRST REQUEST THEIR ORIGINAL APPROVAL BE CANCELLED AND SUBMIT A NEW PACKAGE FOR THE FULL DESIRED PERIOD.
K. IN ANY CASE WHERE A MARINE PREVIOUSLY APPROVED FOR THE VEERP IS CHARGED WITH ANY OFFENSE WHICH REQUIRES MANDATORY PROCESSING FOR ADMINISTRATIVE SEPARATION PER THE MARCORSEPMAN, CONTACT MMIB-1 IMMEDIATELY TO HAVE THE VEERP CANCELLED.
L. IF A MARINE PREVIOUSLY APPROVED FOR THE VEERP IS FOUND TO BE NOT MEDICALLY QUALIFIED TO SEPARATE AT THEIR ADJUSTED EAS, NOTIFY MMIB-1 IMMEDIATELY TO HAVE THE VEERP DATE EITHER MODIFIED OR CANCELLED.
7. RESERVE COMPONENT OPPORTUNITY. THE SELECTED MARINE CORPS RESERVE IS ACTIVELY SEEKING THE SERVICE OF SEPARATING MARINES WHO WANT TO REMAIN AFFILIATED WITH THE MARINE CORPS UPON TRANSITION FROM THE ACTIVE COMPONENT. OPPORTUNITIES EXIST FOR ADVANCED OR ADDITIONAL MOS TRAINING. DEPENDING ON MOS AND BILLET AVAILABILITY, AFFILIATION BONUSES MAY BE AVAILABLE FOR TRANSITIONING MARINES. INTERESTED MARINES MAY JOIN A UNIT BY APPLYING FOR THE DIRECT AFFILIATION PROGRAM (MARADMIN 419/13) OR REQUEST ADDITIONAL INFORMATION BY CONTACTING YOUR CAREER PLANNER OR A RESERVE TRANSITION COORDINATOR (RTC). TO CONTACT AN RTC, EMAIL SMB_DIRECT_AFFILIATION_PROGRAM (AT) USMC.MIL OR SELECT THE NEAREST POC FROM THE LIST BELOW:
A. MCAS CHERRY POINT, MCB CAMP LEJEUNE, MCAS BEAUFORT, AND MCRD PARRIS ISLAND: SSGT CECILIA GONZALEZ AND SSGT BOBBY KYLES AT COM: (910) 450-6291/6537.
B. MCB CAMP PENDLETON, MCAS MIRAMAR, AND MCRD SAN DIEGO: GYSGT ROBERT MARCHAND AT COM: (760) 763-3426.
C. OKINAWA AND MCAS IWAKUNI: SSGT BRIAN JOSEPH AT (011) 81-611-722-6004.
D. NATIONAL CAPITAL REGION, MCB QUANTICO: MSGT PATRICK FOREMAN AT COM: (703) 784-9143/4.
8. GENERAL INFORMATION
A. IN THE EVENT OF FUTURE RECALL, MARINES RELEASED UNDER THIS MARADMIN WILL BE CONSIDERED AS BEING IN THE SAME STATUS AS THOSE WHO HAVE COMPLETED THEIR OBLIGATED PERIOD OF ACTIVE DUTY.
B. ENLISTED MARINES SEPARATED UNDER AUTHORITY OF THIS MARADMIN MAY BE AWARDED THE GOOD CONDUCT MEDAL IF THEIR ADJUSTED EAS FALLS WITHIN 90 DAYS OF THEIR 3 YEAR GOOD CONDUCT MEDAL ANNIVERSARY DATE.
C. MARINES WHO ARE ENTITLED TO SEPARATION PAY UPON NORMAL EAS, WHO ELECT AND ARE APPROVED FOR EARLY RELEASE FROM ACTIVE DUTY UNDER THIS MARADMIN, WILL RETAIN THEIR ENTITLEMENT TO SEPARATION PAY PROVIDED THEY HAVE COMPLETED SIX YEARS OF ACTIVE SERVICE PRIOR TO THE DAY OF EARLY RELEASE (NEW EAS) FROM ACTIVE DUTY. MARINES ARE REMINDED THAT EARLY RELEASE FROM ACTIVE DUTY UNDER THIS MARADMIN COULD AFFECT THE AMOUNT OF THEIR SEPARATION PAY. REFERENCES (C) AND (F) PRESCRIBE THE METHOD OF COMPUTING SEPARATION PAY. FURTHERMORE, IF EARLY RELEASE WOULD DISQUALIFY MARINES FOR SEPARATION PAY DUE TO LENGTH OF SERVICE CRITERIA UNDER THE LAW, MARINES WILL NOT BE RELEASED FROM ACTIVE DUTY UNTIL THEIR SERVICE LENGTH CRITERIA HAS BEEN MET.
D. MARINES WHO ARE ENTITLED TO SEPARATION PAY UPON NORMAL EAS MUST SUBMIT FOR EARLY RELEASE VIA A SEPARATIONS PAY DETERMINATION REQUEST IN THE TOTAL FORCE RETENTION SYSTEM (TFRS). ALL EARLY RELEASE REQUESTS FOR 180 DAYS OR GREATER WILL BE SUBMITTED WITH AN ENDORSEMENT FROM THE FIRST GENERAL OFFICER IN CHAIN OF COMMAND.
E. MARINES ENTITLED TO SEPARATION BENEFITS ARE AUTHORIZED THOSE BENEFITS IF RELEASED UNDER THIS MARADMIN. AS A REMINDER, ELIGIBLE MARINES AND THEIR FAMILY MEMBERS DESIRING TO RETAIN TRICARE PRIME UPON SEPARATION ARE REQUIRED TO REENROLL IN TRICARE.
F. MARINES ARE REMINDED TO REVIEW REFERENCES (H) THROUGH (J) FOR ELIGIBILITY AND OTHER MISCELLANEOUS REQUIREMENTS RELATED TO EDUCATIONAL BENEFIT PROGRAMS PRIOR TO PARTICIPATING IN VEERP. PER REFERENCE (I), MARINES WHO WERE PREVIOUSLY APPROVED TO TRANSFER POST 9/11 GI BILL BENEFITS ARE ELIGIBLE FOR VEERP WITH NO EFFECT ON TRANSFERRED BENEFITS; THEY ARE CONSIDERED TO HAVE COMPLETED THEIR ADDITIONAL OBLIGATED SERVICE REQUIREMENTS ASSOCIATED WITH THE TRANSFER OF POST 9/11 GI BILL BENEFITS. THIS WAIVER OF OBLIGATED SERVICE FOR POST 9/11 GI BILL BENEFITS TRANSFER IS ONLY APPLICABLE TO FORCE SHAPING MEASURES.
G. ENLISTMENT BONUSES OR SELECTIVE REENLISTMENT BONUSES WILL NOT BE RECOUPED FROM MARINES SEPARATED UNDER THE AUTHORITY OF THIS MARADMIN AS IT IS A FORCE SHAPING MEASURE.
9. RESERVE APPLICABILITY. THIS MARADMIN IS NOT APPLICABLE TO THE MARINE CORPS RESERVE.
10. THIS MARADMIN CANCELS ON 30 SEP 2016.
11. RELEASE AUTHORIZED BY MRS. S. E. MURRAY, ACTING DEPUTY COMMANDANT FOR MANPOWER AND RESERVE AFFAIRS.//
After finding out that QA had been wrong, and watching him eat his liver as all the equipment moved back into the building where it was required to be (I will admit I might have enjoyed it a bit more than was entirely healthy) the time came for him to unleash what he considered to be the sound and the fury.
The weapons in his arsenal of vicious justice included such hits as ‘paint new lines in the parking lot’ and ‘clean graffiti off of buildings’.
Unfortunately for him, both the lines and the buildings were new. The lines were still shiny and yellow, and the brick hadn’t even begun to fade, leaving QA with no leadership strategies available to him. One day the muse was upon him: everybody has that container filled with sand that is used for cigarette butts. In most cases it is an ammo can, or some similarly sized container.
In this case, with hundreds of people, the container was an oil drum. With this much sand to spare, people (myself included) would simply push their cigarette butts under the sand, and go about their day. QA simply knew that there must be hundreds if not thousands of butts under the sand in dire need of removal, since we all know that un-sorted cigarette butts represent the collapse of western civilization.
QA announced Friday after lunch that the entire shop would not leave until I had sorted every single cigarette butt from that oil drum. Plainly counting on the mob justice that the Moron Corpse is built on to ‘yank me back into line’, I asked him in front of two SSgts and the Gunny if that meant that everyone could leave, if and only if I finished the drum. He pointed out that I also had other tasks to accomplish, but agreed.
He plainly did not consider the implications of this statement, and returned from a 90 minute cigarette break at his place in base housing to find the shop empty, apart from me, the two SSgts and Gunny. He angrily demanded an explanation, and Gunny happily filled him in that I had knocked the drum over, raked the cigarette butts out, and blew the sand back into the oil drum with a leaf blower.
This would be more than QA could bear. He had lost his fight to keep the building shiny, had lost his appointment as HAZMAT NCO (which had been used for disappearing from work more than anything else) nearly been disciplined for blatantly violating regulations and orders, and had just been publicly humiliated by someone smarter than him. (In QA’s case, this was not hard. I consider it akin to being the finest opera singer in El Paso.)
QA had watched his superiors systematically abuse their ranks in his previous MOS, and was upset for three reasons:
First, there were many more sergeants in the air wing, and he wasn’t as scary as he thought he would be.
Second, all of the procedures he thought he knew no longer applied. There were many things that were done differently in naval aviation than in motor transport (tool control, FOD, etc.) and he just couldn’t get it.
Third, and perhaps most importantly, he couldn’t see everything from the door of the van that he had decided was his office. This meant he actually had to get off his ass to chew people out.
He had attempted to wreck shop when he arrived, until he found out that 3 of the other sergeants were senior to him, and didn’t want anything to do with his reckless asshattery.
Soon enough (by waiting around, because that’s what makes good leaders), I picked up sergeant, and he about lost it. There was no way that someone who wouldn’t suck E5 cock first thing every morning was worthy to be one.
His attempts to ‘get me back’ ranged from the futile:
1) I was charged as UA for having left a safety stand down. His evidence was that he had seen me at the PX. If he had been attending the safety stand down as I was, how did he not know that it was chow time?
2) I was charged with conduct unbecoming for tossing bread under the vans to feed our resident rabbit, who the ladies had named ‘Corporal Fluffernutter’.
3) I was dragged before the Equal Opportunity Officer because my bald head. I was tired of paying $10 twice a week to maintain a haircut, because for some strange reason my hair started growing in two different colors. (I am told this is not uncommon, and I grew out of it. It was a pain in the ass to maintain to jarhead standards, so I shaved it)
Couple this with a maween regulation mustache and it’s almost impossible not to look like a nazi. As I mentioned QA was black, and this therefore constituted an attack against his race.
To the laughable:
1) He made a remark that was actually something resembling clever. When referring to a corporal, he said ‘He had better be like EF Hutton, when he speaks, you listen’.
Someone asked who EF Hutton was. His reply was that EF Hutton was an American cavalry officer in WWI, and his advice was so good that it was always listened to.
After a moment, having determined that this guy was actually serious, all the marines who remembered the EF Hutton TV commercials collectively roared with laughter as they realized how full of shit this guy was.
I was accused the next morning of having orchestrated that ahead of time, and having made him believe something that wasn’t true.
Again I was selected to clean the butts from the cigarette can, and specifically told this time that I could not tip the sand out of it, because it represented a FOD hazard, and we were no longer allowed to use leaf blowers anyway.
This time, I grabbed an engine hoist, and lifted the can on top of a 200kw generator, which was due a load bank test. I dropped the load on to the generator and, as the engine worked to handle the strain, the butts worked their way to the top of the can, where they were scooped into a bag and disposed of.
Apparently this constituted failure to obey a lawful order. As far as he could remember, I had been told to go through it by hand, individually picking out each butt. Nobody but him could remember this order, but that did not stop him.
Before the day was out, the charge sheet was on its way.
Submitted by: Billiam201
I remember just last Friday, I was hanging out with a female Corporal (time for everyone to scream FRATERNIZATION!!!!!!!) before a working party to stash away Christmas trees after a Santa comes to the hangar event for the sons/daughters of Marines in our unit in Miramar.
ADD NOTE: While like every Marine who hates working parties like the ones where you’re forced to police call and the whatnot, these are the rare few where you could skate, and might have fun. The Christmas Santa working party had us dress up as Olaf, Santa, and his elves, load up a “sleigh” into a C-130, and taxi to a hangar full of kids eager to meet Santa and that Frozen character of a Snowman.
She was one of the cool NCOs, not caring about me saying Corporal every other sentence, talking about her own personal BS experience, and what I could possibly do to deal with it for the next 3 years.
I should’ve asked her if she actually liked being a Marine or not. Considering that she was a female and of a higher ranking than me, she’d probably would’ve said yes, not having to deal with the same BS that I was dealing with.
But aside from witnessing the double standard on a daily basis, I’ve seen firsthand how this isn’t the Few and the Proud the Marines were advertising like they keep saying.
More Marines are applying for VEERP packages in my unit than there are Marines that are looking into retirement.
The subtle difference is that while not all Marines have the same reason. A majority of the VEERP Marines know what they were doing post Marine Corps and couldn’t wait to do so. The retiring ones were worrying about what they should do, contemplating of the careers they could’ve done 15-20 years before.
We’ve been set up by an illusion that if we did our time, kissed asses, and stay in longer, we’d have a nice pension, much respect, and have it easy.
It’s a complete. Freaking. Lie.
None of the MCI’s, MarineNet courses, or things that I’ve been voluntold to have relevance to me. I don’t even think that MarineNet course on CyberAwareness even helped one bit, more Marines violate what they teach than those who actually apply what they learned.
I’ve seen NCO’s/SNCO’s/Officers that couldn’t tell the difference between “You’re” and “Your”, fat nasties telling us how to get higher PFT/CFT scores, fall the hell out of simple moto runs like the Marine Corps Birthday run. AND IT’S NOT EVEN THAT HARD!!!!!!
Further more, while I don’t really live in the world of daily games of many individuals in the Marines regardless of the whole POG/Grunt thing, it seems to be seeping into my life now with this Dike of a Sergeant who thinks she’s the grunt of the IPAC, reigning in on my Corporal (not the female one, but a different one who I also consider pretty chill), and my fellow Marines of the same rank, somehow thinking we’ve lost the way of the Marine Corps.
You may ask, “What way?”
I don’t know? Where we have to stand at parade rest when talking to a superior? Where we have to call people by their rank every other sentence? Knowing how to call cadence/drill?
She has yet to realize that being in an Airwing unit rank sometimes doesn’t matter when you have to trust another Marine not by their rank, but by their experience and individuality in an effort to survive. Not by how they can’t to keep their thumbs along the trouser seams, how their voice can’t match the cadence they call, or if they simply don’t want to do MCI’s/MarineNet courses altogether like me, it’s not the ending of the freaking world.
Other than this, it quite infuriates me how I sometimes have to type up awards for Marines that do their jobs. I think one of my friends even typed up a NAM for a Sergeant that was simply a part of the Base Color Guard for one day.
I honestly don’t have a problem typing up awards for Marines who actually go above and beyond the “Call of Duty” like rescuing a seriously injured biker off the highway and driving him to the hospital.
But every stroke of the key seems to make me want to hurl the keyboard at the monitor when I have to type up an award that goes along the lines of:
“Sgt. Prickhead performed at his best level through aggressive leadership (douchebaggery) by counting all the refueling cells within 24 hours”
“Sgt NJP stood there respectfully with the Colors with the best representation, raising it at precisely 0730…..”
You probably think I’m joking, but these are real citations that I have seen in the S-1.
This BS really makes me want to get FAPed out to do something else. I can’t stand it anymore. Send me to the pool to help the Water Survival Instructors for a year and I won’t have a problem with it. Or make me a coach at the range. I’m an okay shooter, but know how to get others to shoot better than me! Let me play Haji at Pendleton, where I don’t have to worry about some douche of a SNCO tell me to shave, and I can mess around with grunts who think that they’re Gods.
Guys, are you having the same thoughts on a daily basis? Do you wish you are already out when you’re a year into your 4 year contract? Or wishing you were reassigned somewhere else?
Have a good Christmas and more to come!
There comes a time in every person’s life when the thought of running away from the things that are causing them the greatest amount of stress crosses their mind with a great intensity. Many Marines wistfully speak of the day when they will say, “Fuck this silly shit,” put down their pack, and walk away; never to be Devil Dogged, Hey Marined, or Hard-Chargered for the peaceful remainder of their remaining years. Unfortunately, this is not as easy as it sounds. Recruiters, Drill Instructors, and other…ahem…motivated individuals will often explain to Marines, mainly through high-volume, intense oral communication methods, that one cannot simply walk out on their Corps. They will throw words like “deserter,” and “traitor” around with an aggressive ferocity normally reserved for the men they are trained to kill (or American football fanatics…yeesh). In their eyes, walking away from the Marine Corps is as bad as sending the enemy a text that says, “like omfg u guyz, unit is totes 3 klicks west lmmfao XD #allahackbar” while urinating on a Medal of Honor recipient’s corpse. Walking away is kind of a big deal. There are fines to think about, possible jail time, harassment from local law enforcement and military communities, and a whole mess of other garbage no one wants to deal with, so most of us take it on the chin like a true bitch and put up with the dangerous nonsense until our contracts run out. There are some, however, who do not put up with bullshit and do exactly what so many of us have thought so much about: They walk away.
My first experience with someone ditching the Corps was, of course, at boot camp. They had warned us since we stepped into that white van* that smelled like dick sweat that if we tried to run, we would not make it. The San Diego police were always on patrol around MCRD looking for escaped recruits. Allegedly. Supposedly. Okay, looking back, believing that the SDPD would have the time/manpower/funds to specifically patrol for wayward Marine recruits seems pretty stupid. Whatever, recruits are dumb, they believe everything. This alleged, semper-vigilant populace was sometimes the only thing standing between many recruits and sweet, sweet freedom. It didn’t always work.
When my platoon made it up to Edson Range, we soon found out why team week away from the officers was a bad thing. Our Vampires (guys that worked the chow hall before breakfast hours) were supposed to be day sleepers, but they were IT’d instead. All day long. Before the second day was through, the had changed from Vampires to Zombies. By the fourth day, one of them had had enough.
The recruit waited until the DI** was asleep, changed into his green sweatpants and sweatshirt with “1055” stenciled in shoe polish, packed his plastic camouflage gym bag, and made his way towards the highway. An SUV quickly pulled over and gave him a lift…right back to the main gates of Pendleton where he was snatched up by PMO. We never saw him again. They told us he was being kicked out and would be fined and probably jailed and yada yada bullshit lie yada. Some guys do get away though. I have never met one, but they do exist, apparently. Regardless of their threats and lies, we heard from an MRP recruit that he was in SEPS platoon and was going home with an Entry Level Separation. He escaped but was captured, tagged, and freed.
My second run-in with a runner was on Okinawa. I was working on an engine rebuild when out of nowhere two PMO walk by escorting the whitest and skinniest dude I have ever seen. He was wearing PT gear, handcuffs, and a shit-eating grin, and by that I mean his teeth were literally doo-doo brown. The PT gear was a necessity as he had sold all of his uniform items and was required to report in wearing something devil-doggish at the very least. I mean, come on, you can’t just show up to meet your new CO and not look fabulous amirite? He did have some pretty nice shower shoes, though, I have to admit. They were the kind sailors buy, you know, the ones with super thick soles that (hopefully) keep your toesies out of the pissy-semenfest they call a shower on ship? Yeah, those. After an awkward introduction at the barracks, I learned that he had gone UA right after his MOS school. For six months.
By the time he had graduated Motor T Operator school, he was already bored with the whole “Marine thing.” He had seen the shoddy leadership, deficient training methods, and all around garbage for what they were and decided that going home was a better expenditure of his time and efforts. A few weeks after he was supposed to be on Oki, a local law enforcement representative appeared at his door to warrant him up, but his father agreed to forget his whereabouts until the officer gave up and left. He did not come back. For the next six months, he continued on with his life as if the Corps never happened. Then, one day, he got bored. He had been arrested several times since he went UA but his warrant never showed up on the local blotters. The last time he got himself locked up, he admitted to being a Runaway Marine. They did not at first believe him until he phoned his very pissed off recruiter who confirmed he was in fact missing. He said the Chasers (guys who transport detained people) were actually pretty cool and didn’t really care as long as he didn’t try to run and kept his mouth shut (I am still not sure if they were appalled more by his grammar or rotting teeth).
Several weeks later he found himself stuck on an island in Japan in a company full of people that didn’t like him from day one. My command hated him because he went UA, was a filthy dirtbag, drank underage, looked terrible in uniform, and gave absolutely zero fucks about Marine shit. The thing they hated about him most was his ability to run a <16:30 3-mile without breaking a sweat or being out of breath. THAT shit pissed them off like nothing else could. Nothing says “Fuck You” to a group of senior Marines like shitting all over their PFT scores like it’s nothing.
The thing that I thought was so weird about him was that eventually he became the Company Pet. Although I’m sure he was barred from reenlistment, after a while they seemed to treat him with a lot of respect for a guy that they so often verbally berated for being a quitter.
*I didn’t take the bus, but that story is for another time.
**We had only one DI for three weeks straight, but that story is also for another time.
Note from S: Sorry about taking so long to publish your article AAVPOG
Go to your local pound. See the dogs that have been beaten? See how they’re a combination of scared shitless and willing to tear your throat out if you look at them wrong? Do you think they’re better dogs because they were treated like that? Just like there are better ways to train dogs, there are better ways to train men. The best way is to realize that men are men, and should be treated as such. They signed away years of their lives just like you did, and now they’re willing and eager to become the best of the best. But all too often, that’s not what happens.
It’s one thing to imagine the Jarhead hazing scene, where they pretend to brand him, and then that’s that. It’s something else entirely to live it, to come to the realization that you signed away four years of your life for this, and that there’s nothing you can do about it. It doesn’t stop, it goes on day after day after day after fucking day, and then it keeps going. This isn’t a movie, or a video game, and you don’t have the option to say it’s over unless you want to have a felony following you around for the rest of your life. It usually doesn’t have a purpose other than to entertain or make the guy who’s doing it feel better about themselves or their situation in life. It’s almost always done to you by those you though you’d respect, and who turn out to be utter shit bags. It doesn’t build character, it breaks and warps it into something nasty. It doesn’t build men any more than it builds combat effectiveness, and least of all maturity.
Rsp is the most depressing place to be at. I was there for about 16 days. Being the fact that i was dropped on training day 30 , it made it worse. I walked into Rsp and realized that over 90% of the drops were from receiving weeks. This was so crazy to think that people didnt make it out of receiving week, i felt so lucky to have made it as far as i did. In Rsp you meet two kinds of people those who quit and those who didnt. Many get there and decide that they dont wanna do it anymore but then theres those like me who would do anything to get back to training with my platoon.
Every day you wake up and not know when you are going home. This feeling is literally the worst feeling. Every day unless it was sunday we would go to working parties. Which generally let me see The island from a different point of view. I was the one who gave clothing to the receiving recruits of that week. It was so different than what you see when you are the one in receiving. But besides working , we would sit on our footlockers and wait the day out. I would count the hours left until lights out and then the next day do it all over again. But if you were like me you would be tired each day from 2 hours of fire watch every day until i left, all because of falling asleep during firewatch, even though everyone did it. Fire watch in rsp was basically a joke because of the fact that we get loced in at night with alarms so there was no need for us.
One of the worst feelings was being made fun of by other platoons and or Drill Instructors. Being from 2nd phase were generally you get yelled at when you fuck up and not for random reasons like in 1st phase it made me feel so bad about myself. Generally all the Drill Instructors label Rsp all as quitters. But the only good thing about it all was the friends i made there. We were all going through the same thing so it was easier to get along. These are friends that will last a lifetime.