Rants Of A (Former) Boot Marine

It’s been a while since I have posted here. I mean really, quite a while since I’ve been posting the series “Rants of a Boot Marine.” This will sound like gibberish, but here goes nothing.
The classical Stockholm Syndrome almost got to me. I contemplated of staying in when my mind is always screaming for me to get out. I mean how does this happen? Perhaps because I am now an NCO. Treated somewhat better, actually earned respect because I don’t play fuck fuck games or pull the rank card with junior Marines, and actually decent at my job.
I am not under terrible Sergeants or SNCOs and my OIC seems to be a fantastic individual who approved my Christmas leave before my SNCO had a chance to look at it. I have a package for an aquatic course that’s awaiting the approval of my SNCO before it heads up to the Commanding Officer for his signature before attending the course after coming back from leave. And my Sergeant, while he can be offended by long hair, seems to be a decent individual who will have my back. Not to mention, I’m on standby to possibly go to another country for a decent amount of time on the Corps dime.
However, I am easily reminded from the system of Field Day, Safety Standdowns, and ridiculous inspections that I now am a part of, is the reason to not stay. Everyone in my family after seeing my “success” and wants me to stay but they don’t seem to get it. And while I love my Chain of Command, I also have my own integrity and morale values. I can’t let myself down.
I do not want to go down that path of feeling regret for another 4 to 5 years knowing that I could have a better life.
If anything while I’m not drinking the Kool-Aid of motardism, being in the Marines for the last three years has taught me to beat the system at its own game, or at least making the most out of it, or playing the game at work.
While I know I am not going to live the same way in the outside world, knowing that I can be myself, it sucks sometimes when you find the small patch of green after promotion. I am not saying that it’s easier, now that I’m an NCO. I’ve felt like I’ve been smacked in the balls with a giant workload from the day I got promoted, probably because of a dirtbag Corporal who cannot seem to have his life together. And with that being said, I literally have to pick up the slack for what he misses. It’s like eating horrible leftovers.
When I can, I’ll remind myself here and there by going to this site to remind me of why I will not raise my hand and swear an oath again. If I do have an oath to swear, it’s to swear that I can be successful in the actual world, be paid the worth that I work for, and actually enjoy life.
Submitted by: BrassNecked14