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The bus stopped at the reception area. The door opened. The nice Liaison quickly exited and a very large well dressed Marine entered the bus and he was not happy. The first words out of his mouth was that we were now property of the United States Marine Corps. He said we all smelled like civilian slime! He told us that during our stay we were to obey all orders or we would be severely dealt with. When ask to jump we were to say how high. When asked to run. We were to say how far. Then……….screaming at the top of hislungs……….he told us to get the F*@k off the bus and step on the yellow footprints outside. We had 30 seconds to exit and he already used up 20. Everyone in the bus ran to the door like they just had a huge jolt of adrenalin. I was scared. Good thing I didn’t pee myself because my blatter area was week from the angry screaming of this lunatic. I was not used to this. What the hell did I get my self into. My friends are all back home partying and here I am! Shit!
Outside the bus there were actual footprints painted on the ground. Ibelieve there was 4 rows of footprints. I quickly placed myself on the prints. The angry Marine that met us was with a whole bunch of other angry Marines. I was in deep shit I thought. They reminded us again of our duty to our Country and how we all smelled like civilian slime. I never realized that civilians were such bad people before! After being yelled at for several minutes we were quickly escorted to get our haircuts and supplies. First thing was the supplies. We were issued everything from soap to pants. Items like laundry detergent, bags, writing material. And a huge green sack to put everything in.
The worst part was yet to come. After we got all our supplies we had to have inventory. We were all assembled very roughly in a hot room that smelled of human sweat. We were told to place our bags directly in front of us. After that we spent several hours holding up each and every item from toothpaste to underwear withour arms directly in the air with the items. My arms were so tired. A lot of recruits started dropping their arms or items and they were dealt with on the spot. They would be attacked by the angry Marines. It was very motivating! Even though I couldn’t feel my arms anymore I was too scared to let them down. I will always remember this moment for the rest of my life. I was in a state of controlled panic.
Then we got our haircut. This was the 70’s so my hair was at my shoulders. I always had long hair from birth to this moment. All my beautiful hair was gone in less than 15 seconds.
After the haircut we were all instructed to shower off the stinky civilian slime. I swear I heard the new term civilian slime term at least a 100 times by this moment. The shower was one room with a big head in the middle and a few heads on the wall. It was truly belly buttons to assholes! Here I was this sheltered small town white boy in the shower with people of all races. I was from Montana. My town had one race……White. Black people scared me. Roots had just come out on television. Later on several of my best friends were black...... More later.
Outside the bus there were actual footprints painted on the ground. Ibelieve there was 4 rows of footprints. I quickly placed myself on the prints. The angry Marine that met us was with a whole bunch of other angry Marines. I was in deep shit I thought. They reminded us again of our duty to our Country and how we all smelled like civilian slime. I never realized that civilians were such bad people before! After being yelled at for several minutes we were quickly escorted to get our haircuts and supplies. First thing was the supplies. We were issued everything from soap to pants. Items like laundry detergent, bags, writing material. And a huge green sack to put everything in.
The worst part was yet to come. After we got all our supplies we had to have inventory. We were all assembled very roughly in a hot room that smelled of human sweat. We were told to place our bags directly in front of us. After that we spent several hours holding up each and every item from toothpaste to underwear withour arms directly in the air with the items. My arms were so tired. A lot of recruits started dropping their arms or items and they were dealt with on the spot. They would be attacked by the angry Marines. It was very motivating! Even though I couldn’t feel my arms anymore I was too scared to let them down. I will always remember this moment for the rest of my life. I was in a state of controlled panic.
Then we got our haircut. This was the 70’s so my hair was at my shoulders. I always had long hair from birth to this moment. All my beautiful hair was gone in less than 15 seconds.
After the haircut we were all instructed to shower off the stinky civilian slime. I swear I heard the new term civilian slime term at least a 100 times by this moment. The shower was one room with a big head in the middle and a few heads on the wall. It was truly belly buttons to assholes! Here I was this sheltered small town white boy in the shower with people of all races. I was from Montana. My town had one race……White. Black people scared me. Roots had just come out on television. Later on several of my best friends were black...... More later.
Looks like you sold me on the Violator Kush thank you very much...lol
anyway keep up with the story
the bad part about it tho is I read yours and mine goes by the wayside
. Hell, I thought we would at least get to be the Second Company, behind the Color Company to March out, and onto the Graduation from Boot Camp. Well as it turned Out, We were the last Company to get to march out, as we were Company 380, the last Company brought in for this Phase of Boot Camp, and because We did not win Color Company, We were the Last Ones to get to march off of the Parade Grounds. By this point I did not care, Boot Camp was over for Me, and I had survived with My original Shipmates to graduate on time. My Company started with 87 Recruits, when We finished, it had been whittled down to 46 members of our Company. I was so thank full to be part of the original group of Guys to Graduate. That at that moment, when you knew Boot was over, I felt like crying
but celebrated instead! I got so DRUNK our first night of Leave, I really do not remember much of it, except getting doused in the Bath Tub full of Beer and Ice and Water. In their Brotherly attempt to wake my Ass up! CF, I just Love Your stories of Boot Camp, and I hope You do not feel like I am trying to rob your Story. I am just interjecting My own experiences, to give yours that much more credibility!
. SINCERELY, JAMESTHEGREEN.
I am enjoying Your Smoke Reports very much as well, it is kinda making Me anxious to get back to Smoking
. Take Care