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