A New Recruit at San Diego MCRD (Marine Corps Recuit Depot) 1967...Boot Camp

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I seldom talk all that much about my days in the United States Marine Corps, but a friend of mine has asked me about boot camp, as her step son is about to join up and head to boot camp, so I thought I would give him just a little taste to wet his whistle with.

A New Recruit at San Diego MCRD 1967 (Boot Camp)


A New Recruit at San Diego MCRD
(Marine Corps Recruit Depot)
1967
Boot Camp!


I will always remember the yellow foot prints

on the south side of the green building
just outside the big green bus,
every Marine does.
You see, that day was the first time
we all ran to save our asses
from our new god,
the Drill Instructor.

The god who never smiled
smearing his face with angry cream each morning
before he shaved with his *k-bar
leaving his little San Diego hottie at home
while he came to administer
the daily torture

of his new troupes…The young American boys
he affectionately called, “his maggots”
but it got better.

I Remember


I remember
the day the Drill Instructor
beat us newbie’s into two lines,
the big ugly ones on one side
and all of the *poggy-bait bastards,
on the other side.
To those in front he gave nothing.
To those in the rear he gave a small piece
of a green rubber hose.
You know,
the kind you water the garden with,
but a rather short piece… Hand sized.
Then, as a horror movie smile
slowly spread across his face

he demonstrated the choke hold
on the first frightened recruit
he came upon,
the one shaking in his boots,
the first one he found
with fear smeared across his face.

There is Only One Rule



Then the drill instructor said
“there is only one rule you maggots best remember,
those in front had best not move a muscle
until I say so”… “You maggots got it”?
“That”, he said
“was how long those maggots in the rear
have to kick your ass”.

“After that” he said
“you maggots in front can do anything you want
to get away from those bleeding-heart low-life sons-a-bitches behind you,
before you pass out”.
“And they better pass out!!!You maggots
got it?”

Fighting For My Breath



I remember
as soon as I let the Marine behind me get his hold
fighting as desperately as I could
for my breath,
fighting
for any breath at all
as anyone would, starving for air,
like that
before everything went black.
Then I remember looking up
at the young Marine’s horrified face
who just chocked me down.
“Are you alright”? He said with a quiet voice
and sorry eyes
as he handed me
his little green piece of rubber hose,

knowing he was next.

After That With Just Our Hands



After that

we learned how to do it
with just our hands…Back and forth
and front and back,
Until we got it right…”Damn it! You maggots!
GET IT RIGHT!” he yelled
at the top of his head.

It Wasn't Until Later


I remember
that it wasn’t until later,
until after we passed through the gas chamber
with our gas masks off,

which smeared our faces with slobber and snot,
that the training started to get rough.

uTAH jAY
*K-Bar=A Marine’s knife.
*Poggy-Bait=Candy or sweets.

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author avatar Utah Jay
I have been writing since the beginning of time it seems, not because I want to write, but because I have too. My favorite form of writing is poetry, all kinds and types of poetry.

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author avatar Utah Jay
27th Feb 2015 (#)

Thanks Mark for all that you do for us, we just couldn't get along without you guys.

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author avatar Retired
27th Feb 2015 (#)

So sorry you started your maggot training in San Diego, the most beautiful city in the nation IMHO.

Yet, the Marines make real men out of ordinary ones. You are a better man for it, Utah, and I profusely thank you for your service to country and the liberty of all the idiots who deserve to have none of it. You know who they are.

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author avatar Nancy Czerwinski
27th Feb 2015 (#)

Utah jay, I should have known all along that you are a marine. Once a marine always a marine. I loved your article! I think it was the best ever. My nephew is a marine and a drill instructor. LOL My son and my husband were marines and a brother-in-law too. There's something about marines that just makes me feel proud. My husband and son were at Parris Island.

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author avatar Carol Roach
28th Feb 2015 (#)

excellent personal account, I love your story poem. I am just happy my son never had to go to war, but my grandson wants to join the Canadian military next year

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author avatar Utah Jay
28th Feb 2015 (#)

Thank you so very much LeRain, I was 30 some years out of Vietnam before I ever heard those words...Thank you for your service, but just one day home when I was spit upon in LAX and called a baby-killer. And yes...I know who they are...Thank you. Now see what you have done, made me cry like this.

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author avatar Utah Jay
28th Feb 2015 (#)

Thank you Nancy, and please thank your nephew for his service for me. And for those who think boot camp in San Diego was tough I understand that Parris Island was even tougher. Please give a Simper Fi to your son and husband from me.

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author avatar Utah Jay
28th Feb 2015 (#)

Thanks Carol, and tell your grandson from me that now is not a good time to join the military...The world is on fire, but I will be proud of him if he does because now is the time that we truly need good and brave men to stand up.

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author avatar Kingwell
4th Mar 2015 (#)

Incredible description! Blessings.

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author avatar Utah Jay
5th Mar 2015 (#)

Thanks Kingwell

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