Yup, Lance Corporal Wright back from Parris Island. Overall a really fun time. Not nearly as hard as I expected it to be.
More later...
More later...
Guess who's back
- Thread starter Jorvik
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welcome back - what's next for you?
Okay. I give up. Who's back?? 
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Welcome back. It seemed like you were very well prepared for the ordeal, that probably made it much easier for you. Hopefully you got to see some fack ups get broken like twigs.
You came back as a lcpl, you did alright! :thimb:
Holy crap...you got lance corporal straight out of boot?...
Unfortunately my cousin is leaving for San Diego for his Small pox shots next monday and after a week hes going to some place called Al-Shababab something...its an airbase about 100 miles north fo Baghdad for 7 months....
Unfortunately my cousin is leaving for San Diego for his Small pox shots next monday and after a week hes going to some place called Al-Shababab something...its an airbase about 100 miles north fo Baghdad for 7 months....
Yup, had a good old time down on Parris Island:
Got on the plane. Slept, the only recruit to do so. Got picked up by the Drill Instructors at the airport. Stood with my nose against the wall with 30 or so other recruits for about an hour and a half or so. Got on the bus, slept, again the only recruit to do so. Everybody else was ****ting their pants because they didn't know what to expect. I knew exactly what to expect, and the prospect of not sleeping for two more days didn't really excite me. I was going to get as much sleep as I could. Got on the island. "GET OFF MY BUS NOW!" "GET ON MY FOOTPRINTS NOW!" "GET IN MY BUILDING NOW!" That was when the major shock "Holy poop, I'm at daggone boot camp" set in. Got picked for guide sometime during receiving. I think it was something like 4 hours after the first guide was picked. A drill instructor called me to the DI house (I was to find out later it was all 4 of my original DIs in the office watching the platoon). As soon as I reported in he said something like "****, he's sounding off already" and then said "you're going to be marching in the guide position starting now."
We got picked up that saturday by our drill instructors. Good times. We got to see the video of it on graduation day. I was just as scared as everybody else. I knew what to expect, but there's still no substitute for that experience.
Then we started training. It was pretty fast paced, but I kept up really well. Got killed all the time because I was guide. I barely screwed up down there, and when I did it was usually so minor that nobody noticed it. Other recruits, however, did. And when they weren't locked on, it meant I needed to get on the quarterdeck for some good ol' Intensive Physical Training. Outstanding. It was the same recruits too. If I ever run into them in the FMF, they can just stand the **** by, because I'm going to beat them like they deserve to get beat.
Once First Phase (basically the first month) was over, training started getting more fun. Thats when we started getting to know our best friends, the M-16A2 service rifle, a whole hell of a lot better.
More later, my parents just made some sweet smelling home cooked chow.
Got on the plane. Slept, the only recruit to do so. Got picked up by the Drill Instructors at the airport. Stood with my nose against the wall with 30 or so other recruits for about an hour and a half or so. Got on the bus, slept, again the only recruit to do so. Everybody else was ****ting their pants because they didn't know what to expect. I knew exactly what to expect, and the prospect of not sleeping for two more days didn't really excite me. I was going to get as much sleep as I could. Got on the island. "GET OFF MY BUS NOW!" "GET ON MY FOOTPRINTS NOW!" "GET IN MY BUILDING NOW!" That was when the major shock "Holy poop, I'm at daggone boot camp" set in. Got picked for guide sometime during receiving. I think it was something like 4 hours after the first guide was picked. A drill instructor called me to the DI house (I was to find out later it was all 4 of my original DIs in the office watching the platoon). As soon as I reported in he said something like "****, he's sounding off already" and then said "you're going to be marching in the guide position starting now."
We got picked up that saturday by our drill instructors. Good times. We got to see the video of it on graduation day. I was just as scared as everybody else. I knew what to expect, but there's still no substitute for that experience.
Then we started training. It was pretty fast paced, but I kept up really well. Got killed all the time because I was guide. I barely screwed up down there, and when I did it was usually so minor that nobody noticed it. Other recruits, however, did. And when they weren't locked on, it meant I needed to get on the quarterdeck for some good ol' Intensive Physical Training. Outstanding. It was the same recruits too. If I ever run into them in the FMF, they can just stand the **** by, because I'm going to beat them like they deserve to get beat.
Once First Phase (basically the first month) was over, training started getting more fun. Thats when we started getting to know our best friends, the M-16A2 service rifle, a whole hell of a lot better.
More later, my parents just made some sweet smelling home cooked chow.
I'll put more detailed accounts up later, but I'll put a bit of a snippet of what I did down there.
I was the guide from receiving to graduation without getting fired, graduated #1 as the Mike Company Honorman out of 310 recruits. Got my promotion to Lance Corporal. Got selected for Presidential Support Program which means 8th & I for 4-6 months, then either Camp David or WHCA (White House Communications Agency).
Basically I kicked a whole lot of ass and took a whole lot of names.
I was the guide from receiving to graduation without getting fired, graduated #1 as the Mike Company Honorman out of 310 recruits. Got my promotion to Lance Corporal. Got selected for Presidential Support Program which means 8th & I for 4-6 months, then either Camp David or WHCA (White House Communications Agency).
Basically I kicked a whole lot of ass and took a whole lot of names.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought that lance corporal was the Marine equal of an Army PFC/ E3? I mean congrats on it. What job did you get? 0300?
genpowell71 said:
It is the equivelent. I was a contract E2 going into Boot Camp because of 2 referrals I got to join while I was in the DEP program. The meritorious promotion to E3 was for being an exceptional guide down there. 3 of the 310 recruits were graduated as LCpl, which is very rare, especially for my company. Usually you'll have something like 1-2, not 3.
My job is 0311 - Basic Rifleman
I also have a Cat B MOS - 8151 - Security Forces Guard
I was also selected for Presidential Support Program, which means for 2 years I'll get big, and stand around and salute a lot at the Marine Barracks 8th & I, and then either Camp David or the White House Communication Agency.
Hey, congrats on graduating. Let me be the first to begin de-programming you...that's "beaten," and it's called "food" when your parents make it. Also remember, "flustrated" is not a word, nor is "orientated." You have "peripheral" vison, not "perifial," and no matter what they told you, there's not a giant lump of iron in the Hudson Bay which accounts for the declination difference between magnetic and geographic north.Jorvik said:
Division's more fun than 8th and Eye, too...but I bet you'll get laid more in DC, so more power to ya.
S/F
-MD
Ed: When do you go to OCS?
Semper Fi do or die devil dog
My dad is a former Marine. You'd never know it when you meet him but he once killed a guy in Viet Nam with an entrenching tool. The guy snuck up on my dad while he was "doing his business" and dad beat him down. He was honor man out of boot camp.
Oh and they are sneakers not go-fasters and it's a hat not a cover.
My dad is a former Marine. You'd never know it when you meet him but he once killed a guy in Viet Nam with an entrenching tool. The guy snuck up on my dad while he was "doing his business" and dad beat him down. He was honor man out of boot camp.
Oh and they are sneakers not go-fasters and it's a hat not a cover.
BAH! That used to be my plan, but I'm thinking now that I'm staying elisted. But then again, who knows where I'll be at after my first enlistment.MikeD said:Ed: When do you go to OCS?
Welcome back and congrats! I was one of those lucky few who actually enjoyed their boot camp experience too. 
You're bringing your bike to DC, right?
You're bringing your bike to DC, right?
Here's the deal...do some time enlisted, then see what you want to do. All my prior enlisted friends were quite glad they went OCS (or the warrant program), just so see another side of it.Jorvik said:
Ironically, it's one of the ways you can stay the most tactical. After you finish a platoon sgt billet (admittedly a long way off for you), you're pretty much going to be dealing entirely with logistics and/or planning or personnel issues (bane of my existence), unless you're going Force or FAST or something cool like that.
Going to TBS and re-learning, from the top down, all the tactical stuff and getting a second chance to start over with it all (albeit on a frankly more interesting level) is very cool. IOC is one of the USMC's best schools, and I personally would recommend the LAR community. However, you do chance the MOS game again when you go officer, too, unless you're an air contract.
As I told my old scout leader, when he told me he wasn't considering OCS anymore, because officers did too much paperwork, "Mattson, do you want to be filling out chow requests or writing operations orders 3 years from now?"
Then again, you may not want to be in the Marines anymore after a few years, so take it as it comes. In any case, do lots of college work while you're enlisted, especially in DC. Get some courses at good schools in the area, instead of online correspondence crap like most jarheads.
-MD
Yeah, I'm definatly going to try to milk the DC area schools for all they are worth, especially since I don't have to pay for them.
And yeah, I'll try to bring my bike, but I'll have to get down there before I can really tell if I can.
And yeah, I'll try to bring my bike, but I'll have to get down there before I can really tell if I can.
If it's a matter of the Corps allowing you, I see group rides coming out of Henderson Hall all the time.Jorvik said:
Props to you!
Looks like your fellow devil dogs are gonna take Najaf this time... hopefully no one will stop them from the attack this time.
Looks like your fellow devil dogs are gonna take Najaf this time... hopefully no one will stop them from the attack this time.
Not without the Army's help their not...
Congrats. My friend just left (well like a month ago) for boot camp. He got in to West Point, youngest person ever to do so, I'm stoked for him.
Welcome back.
Good job Jorvik,
Now, please, resist the urge to get married, buy a new car at 24% interest, talk to ONE GIRL back home for the entire time, buy an X Box, meet girls at the E-club, get a horse shoe, get a USMC tattoo, listen to Linkin Park, drink Coors light or any of those other dumass things that jarheads do. It can be a fun job if you dont take it too seriously.
Now, please, resist the urge to get married, buy a new car at 24% interest, talk to ONE GIRL back home for the entire time, buy an X Box, meet girls at the E-club, get a horse shoe, get a USMC tattoo, listen to Linkin Park, drink Coors light or any of those other dumass things that jarheads do. It can be a fun job if you dont take it too seriously.
MikeD said:
You know mike, some things were/are just so rediculous. Ill die happy if i never see another 2nd Lt. in my life. The other day i was in traffic and i though i saw a 2nd lt a few cars up, so I made a really unsafe pass to flip the lt. off, but turns out it was a police officer with his uniform hanging in the window and not a Marine. Im paranoid.
On the flip side, it sucks to show up at a unit, all ready to do all the cool training and crap you think you're going to do with your platoon, and end up just playing den mother to a bunch of braindead rednecks and their Jerry Springer lives and families.
Plus, you end up with a peer group that's 66% made up of the jackass 2ndLts you described. Luckily, the other 34% are pretty cool motherfvckers.
MD
Plus, you end up with a peer group that's 66% made up of the jackass 2ndLts you described. Luckily, the other 34% are pretty cool motherfvckers.
MD
MikeD said:
Oh, Im sure...you should try living in a barracks with those people sometime. Actually, whats worse...is that people just assume you're one of em'... so you get treated like a child when youre 22 years old. And then they have the nerve to ask "Why not re-enlist?"