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