“It is what you make of it” is complete bullshit.

Over the four years of my enlistment, my average PFT score was 291, my average CFT was 296. I never shot below expert and had a first class swim qual. I had 17 MCIs done by the fourth month of becoming a lance, followed by twelve book reports over the following 3 years for all the good they did me. I had my CAR, a NAM, a cert com and an admittedly bullshit letter of commendation. I spent my enlistment in Oki and the rest in Afghanistan and training. I was a guide in Boot Camp for a while and a squad leader for the rest and in SOI (I could run fast and do a fuck load of pull-ups which made me a good leader). I don’t expect for a second that this list of “accomplishments” will impress anyone, I just want you to realize that your offhanded discounting of the issues raised on this site as the pitiful whimpering of shit bags is exactly what makes the Marine Corps “not the best job in the world cause more often times than not it sucks”.

I call bullshit on your oft used phrase “it is what you make of it”. When your car runs into a swam, you can spin your wheels all you want but you’ll only sink in deeper. Promotions in the Marine Corps aren’t based off of MOS proficiency like the other branches, after you max out your P/CFT and rifle scores you get to twiddle your thumbs up your ass till your TIS/G raises your score to the promotion level. If that doesn’t appeal to you, you can always pull that green weenie out your ass and start blowing that bitch like a big boy because if your SNCOs like you you’re golden.

Depending on your MOS, it may be mathematically impossible to be promoted in your first enlistment if it’s not done meritoriously. Depending on your SNCOs, you may have to prove your devildogginess through stabbing your platoon mates in the back repeatedly and publicly. If you’re willing to turn on your peers like a rabid fucking dog, your time in the lower ranks may quickly be over. That may be why so many “seniors” look down on the pittances of problems in the lower ranks; their time in the lower ranks was quickly ended by their understanding superiors through meritorious promotion after trading their honor for an assumed position of authority.

Now that I’m out, I enjoy nothing more than convincing others not to make the same fucking mistake I did in trusting that recruiter to keep his word. The funniest thing is that once you get out, it actually is what you make of it, and that’s why seemingly ¾ of Marines Re-enlist. You can talk about grabbing my balls all you want, I enjoy working for companies that actually care how good I am at my job and how efficiently I accomplish tasks. I attend school full time and still make more money a month than I ever did in the Marine Corps. I don’t have to listen to alcoholics tell me not to drink, a literal baby killer and wife beater tell me that I’m not living up to ethical standards, or have to hear hard ass bad ass jack ass motherfuckers like you tell me how easy I have it and how much harder you had it x years ago. I don’t have to spend my time swallowing my pride and listening to my honor and principles get questioned by those who have none.

I also don’t have to pretend to be intimidated by a fuckwit who happened to be promoted before me because, for some mysterious reason, I did my job better than him and I got his job after a few weeks. I know it sounds like voodoo, but I didn’t have to prove that I knew how many and what types of ear rings are allowed to be worn by females in uniform to be promoted in less than a few fucking years. I also didn’t have to publically humiliate my co-workers to get in the good graces of my almighty overlords.

As to my lack of ambition in the Marine Corps, I fully intended to make the Marine Corps a career. I wasn’t expecting a rose garden, I wanted to be one of the few the proud, I wanted to fight with and be a part of the best of the best, I swallowed the hype hook line sinker and pole. I expected a combat MOS, I got signed onto a contract that held about 15 jobs, and I was promised that I’d get that one right there in the middle. Just ignore the rest, they don’t count. I got locked into a job for four years that I hadn’t known existed before enlisting. Oh, I could still go MARSOC, I only had to wait two years and the re-enlist for an additional five to six years for the opportunity to attempt the indoc. Yea, I fucked up, and my gullible ass is to blame for it. I accept that, and I am moving on. I won’t keep quiet about life in the Marine Corps now that I’m out though, that’s one more thing that your beloved disorganization got wrong; there’s a real difference between sucking up hard times and moving forward, and being a timid bitch who doesn’t speak up for himself and against the legitimate problems he sees. Keeping quiet and ignoring the problems you see around you is not being a man, it’s being a coward.

– freeatlastfreeatlast

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  • Chris Thompson


    • S.

      Semper Fi (Always Faithful). So when did you experience this faithfulness? I am generally curious.

      • Billiam201

        Was it hidden between all the SNCOs cheating on their wives on deployment?

  • 03xx

    Semper Fi!!!! I’m guessing you do not stand by that at all because you got yelled at to much and couldn’t handle it, the faithfulness came in when myself or any other of the true Marines by me didn’t run when the rounds came down range. I did four years and got out doesn’t mean I hated the corps I actually miss it everyday. But I was a infantryman and I make more money than I could have ever dreamed of. That’s Only Being Out For Four Years And No college, And I have this job because the Marines taught me to never give up and you can always go that muchange further. But hey you have the right for free speech and I stand by that, good luck with life Marine I really mean that. SEMPER FI!

    • Billiam201

      Saying that ‘the marines have me skills’ is like saying ‘well, yes he raped me in the ass with a condom make of sandpaper and tar, but at least it was a condom’.

      Keeping in mind, I am also paid very well for my services (well enough to have a wife, 2 kids in college not drowning in debt, and a nice car in the driveway. It’s no Mercedes, but hey.)

      Did I learn these things in the marines?


      Was there a damn thing I couldn’t have learned anywhere else?


      Unless you count the following:

      1: Never report a crime, you will be severely punished.
      2: Never question the financial responsibility of your boss. It’s his job to tell YOU not to buy insane shit at incredible interest rates. These orders do not apply to him. This is not hypocrisy, this is called ‘being a leader’. It boils down to ‘do as I say, not as I do’.
      3: Bosses should over-regulate as much as possible, especially is they have low self-esteem. It’s ok to not feel like a man unless you are fucking with someone.
      4: Marriage can be a solution to your financial problems, until you get into a fight with your spouse, then hold on to your ass. She’s going to call your boss and tell him all about how mean you are, and your boss will start legislating your home life, too.
      5: There is no such thing as a day off. Your boss can fuck with you no matter where or when, or how incredibly stupid the request.
      6: There is no such thing as broken gear. If something breaks, you did it intentionally, just to embarrass your boss.
      7: There is also no such thing as a mistake. Any error in judgement from teenage kids was a calculated plot to make their boss look bad.
      8: It is possible to treat people so badly enough that, when living in Hawaii at someone else’s expense, they actually utter the phrase “This sucks, I can’t wait until I get to go back to North Carolina”

      So no, I don’t owe those grunting slack-jawed savages a damn thing.

    • IHateMotards

      Fuck off you motard faggot. If you needed the Marine Corps to teach you how to live life, you fucking suck anyway.

  • ravenK

    You are 100% correct about being able to pick up rank in certain MOS’s. I spent 4 years as a Corporal 0351. In that time my MOS was open for a total of 13 months. And of those 13 months i wasn’t eligible for promotion for 9 of them as I had just been promoted to Corporal. I was on several Meritorious Boards but they always went to some guy in an S-shop. The other months it was open the score was so high that the only way to pick up was to have outrageous scores in everything. And by that time I had already said Fuck it with the Marine Corps. I am glad to have found this site which has put into words what i have felt for some time.

  • gsawpenny

    Well, what can I say other than…Thank you for your service.

    Seriously. I enlisted when I was a young pup, but the idea of enlisting without a guaranteed MOS was a non-started and this was back in the late 1970’s. That was your first mistake.

    Take it from an old-timer (and no, I did not spend my life in the Corps), the magic of the Corps is that it is something you Love to Hate and Hate to Love. The Corps never, never sees in you what you see in it and the Corps is not designed to do so. It is a military force and as such you, and I, were fodder. We were grist for the mill and nothing more. In time you will put away the hate and anger (although it will resurface from time to time) and you might even buy a USMC shirt to wear from time-to-time.

    So, good luck and keep it up. You are not defined by the Corps by a long shot, but it did and will help define you. I wish you all the best.

  • GaijinAss

    The men I knew who were legit and badass rarely discuss the corps. It just rarely comes up. If a story is told it is usually about this or that operator, usually someone who is dead, and then it’s done. There is no USMC hype. Paradoxically, if I go on FB, every two penny shit bag pussy who dropped out of standard humps, was constantly at sick call, forever forgetting simple yet important shit like muzzle discipline and how to use the safety, guys who almost shot me on more than one occasion, guys who fucking CRIED at mountain warfare, guys who CRIED swimming across a river in the jungle, guys who couldn’t even hold a weapon stateside because their ohmygod wife beating conviction forbade it….all these people are the most Motivated die hard SEMPER FI lunatics on social media now. It’s an endless wave of photos about “The good ole days” and a new update every week about all the lessons they learned in the crops and all this shit. The best part is, half of them are cops now as well. My point is, I like this post because it’s someone who left and can reflect on it legitimately. Sans the BS.

    • S.

      I noticed the same thing. The one that bugs me the most is all the people who day in and day out would talk about how miserable they were being the the marines. How much they hated it. And then the moment they get out all they talk about is how GREAT it was! Fuckers.

    • Idris

      Wow this was written two years ago and it is still like this as well dam so much for adapting

  • Chris

    Congrats on getting out. I got out in 2008 and there were so many days after that I was just so glad. We’d be driving somewhere and I’d turn to my wife and say, “I’m so glad I’m not in the Marine Corps anymore.”

    What’s sad about this is that I was a Sergeant. I learned some valuable management skills after getting stuck in the S-4 when I made it very clear that it’d be a cold day in Hell before I deployed with the last line unit I was with, and put in a request to be transferred to a reserve unit a couple states away (denied).

    What I realized recently when a relative of mine said, “hey, I never asked, what was it like in the Marines?” I told him a couple things, like that my wife’s Red Cross message was denied when I was in Iraq; while she was dying (she ultimately lived) I had uncovered a very fresh cache of American-made weapons, which helped keep Amercian capitalism alive because we blew that shit up and that meant another order had to be placed by the Mujahideen! Yay! After that I began going out on daytime IED sweeps with no flack and kevlar. Why? Because fuck it, that’s why. Don’t believe me? Then you weren’t there.

    When I came home from Iraq it was very hard, then extremely miserable, and then not so bad. I couldn’t appreciate the not-so-bad because I was recovering from the rest of it. And then when I got out, I was so happy. It took a couple years to be well enough to work a normal job, but it would have been so much harder to have stayed in.

    Oh yeah, and thanks, whoever, for having this site.

    • Yoyo Mommy

      Wow Just Wow

    • Can’t believe I wrote this 2 years ago. Does anyone else here see old comments they made and think, ‘I could have said that yesterday?’

      In this case I feel somewhat removed from these feelings, so that’s progress, I think. But I’m glad it’s here because we need to remember, and make sure other people know, too.

      • freeatlastfreeatlast

        I feel the same way about these comments that got turned into articles. I come by here every now and again to chuckle with them.

        • I always laugh at the photo here. You hope the guy wanted his head shaved, but you know he didn’t. One marine I knew shaved a guys eyebrows off. He looked even more ridiculous than usual.