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- = F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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- Instant and Willing Obedience to Orders
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- The blaring notes of Revillie fill the air along with the Drill
- Instructor's grating voice. "Get Up! Get Up! Get Out of Bed!! Get
- Up!" And so another day in Marine Corps Recruit Training begins.
- You throw back the covers, leap (or more likely stumble) out of
- bed and get on post. (Post being directly in front of your foot locker.)
- First a count off. Heads snap to the right and back to the front
- as each recruit shouts out his number in turn. Then starboard <right>
- side takes to making their racks <beds> while port <left> side shuffles
- off to the head <bathroom>.
- 30 seconds for the top bunk and 30 seconds for the bottem bunk,
- and then the sides change over and starboard side mobs to the head and
- packs in like a heard of cattle, trying to piss, splash water on your face
- and wake the fuck up in 60 seconds. As the Drill Instructors are fond of
- saying, it's 2 to a pisser and 3 to a shitter, referring to how many people
- should be pissing in a toilet at a time.
- Shuffle back out and get on post, standing at the POA (Position
- of Attention), and await the next command, which will inevitably be some
- form of "Get Dressed."
- The command is barked and all 70 recruits turn simultaneously
- and grab their socks. 5 seconds for each sock...20 to get your camoflage
- trousers on and if the DI is in a semi-good mood you might be lucky and get
- 10 seconds to tighten your belt. Then 20 more seconds for your camoflage
- blouse and 10 more for each shoes or 20 if it you have to wear boots.
- Finally, 10 seconds to get the rest of your stuff put away and get back
- on post.
- You didn't finish in time? Very well, you'll be doing a few
- extra push-ups later in the day.
- Now it's time to turn to a clean up. Foot lockers are carried to
- the center of the squad bay and everyone grabs their scuz <scrubbing>
- brush and posts themselves against the wall behind their racks.
- "Prepare To Sweep!"..."PREPARE TO SWEEP AYE AYE SIR!!"...70
- scuz brushes are lifted high in the air. "Sweep!" 70 scuz brushes move
- swiftly downward and the wooden edges smack the deck <floor>. You don't want
- to hit the deck all together, eh? Very well..stand up and do it again. Up
- and down until the DI is satisfied by a loud singular whack and then the
- recruits make a mad dash to front post on hands and knees, arms flailing
- around wildly in an attempt to sweep out all the dust from underneath the
- racks.
- Then scuz brushes are put up and cleaning supplies are snatched
- from the whiskey locker <storage closet>. The entire floor must be swept,
- mopped and sprayed with "Smell Good" <cheap cologne>. Every portal <window>
- must be spotless and every mirror must sparkle. There better not be a smudge
- on any piece of chrome or brass in the squadbay. You'd just as well tell the
- DI to go to hell as miss a speck of dust.
- Clean up is secured and everyone grabs their covers <hats> and
- war belts and swarm out to the street and fall into platoon formation
- <four columns>. No running in the squadbay, but once you bust that hatch
- <door>, your legs better be pumping double time. And woe is the poor fool
- that forgets to put a cover on his grape <head> as he steps out the door.
- 40 inches back to chest, pefectly covered and aligned. If you
- can see the head of the person in front of the recruit directly in front of
- you, then you are wrong. If you are not perfectly aligned with the body of
- the recruit to your right, then you are wrong. Stand at the POA, head and
- eyes straight to the front.
- FORWAARD HARCH! Left, Left, Left, Right, Left. Keep your eyes
- off the deck. Swing your arms 6 to the front and 3 to the rear. Lean back
- and stop bouncing. Point the toe and drive the heel. COLUMN LEFT...HARCH!!
- Turn to the left by pivoting on the right foot. PLATOON HALT! Step-Freeze.
- 4, 3, 2, 1 attack the Mess Hall!! FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE ATTACK
- THE MESS HALL AYE AYE SIR!! Each column files off at top speed, lining up at
- the hatch of the Mess Hall. Heel to toe, you should be touching the
- canteen on the back of the person's belt in front of you.
- One by one the recruits file into the Chow Hall. Shoulder to
- shoulder, fill in the gaps. Grab a carrying tray. Grab a serving tray. Grab
- silverware (Only One Piece of Silver Recruits). Forearms parallel to the
- deck. One shot One kill. If you don't get what you want on your first try,
- then you missed.
- You shout to the serving recruit what it is that you want and he
- plops it down on your tray and you file on down the serving line, trying
- your best to stay shoulder to shoulder with the guy beside you.
- GANG WAY, DRILL INSTRUCTOR!! BACK OFF THE LINE!! Everyone backs
- away from the service table as a Drill Instructor makes his way along the
- line. As soon as he passes, you jump right back where you were, get the
- rest of your food and sit down at a table in your platoon's assigned area.
- You stare intently at your food. You don't want to get bitched
- at for eyeballing the chow hall. You gulp down your pancakes and scrambled
- eggs and then get up and go to the drink line and grab a glass of
- chocolate milk.
- You've scarcely finished your last drink of milk when you hear
- the DI informing you that you're done. You jump to your feet, grab your war
- belt from the back of your chair, snap it around your waist, grab
- your tray and head towards the exit. You dump off your trash and dirty
- dishes and then rush out the door and fall back into your place in formation.
- March back to the house and now it's time for PT. You reverse
- the dressing process and then throw on a jock, pair of shorts and a
- T-shirt and fall back outside on the street in formation.
- It's a short 1/2 mile or so jog to the PT field, where you
- stretch out and do various exercises.
- OUR NEXT EXERCISE IS SIDE STRADDLE HOPS <jumping jacks>. I'LL
- COUNT THE CADENCE. YOU COUNT THE REPETITIONS. WE WILL DO 15 OF THEM. READY.
- BEGIN! 1-2-3 "One Sir!" 1-2-3 "Two Sir!" ...1-2-3 "Fifteen Sir!". One idiot
- loses count and begins his sixteenth repetition. VERY WELL, YOU WANT TO
- KEEP GOING? EVERYBODY DROP AND GIVE ME 10 PUSH-UPS. The entire series of
- 200+ recruits hits the dirt simultaneously, sending up a small cloud of
- dust.
- Daily routine completed, it's time for the actual PT now. Today
- it's the circuit course, which consists of various stations from military
- press to incline push ups to dips and sprinting between stations. Once
- that's completed, it's a 3 mile run and then back to the house and into the
- rain room <shower>. Walk in one end single file and while turning, make
- your way around and out the other end. Dry off on your way out the door and
- get on post and get dressed.
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- What you've just read is an fairly accurate description of an
- average day in Marine Corps Boot Camp. And that's only the first three of
- sixteen hours. Everything you do is training for combat. No hesitation.
- Instant and willing obedience to orders. You question your superior, and
- you're dead. You mess up and you or someone else depending on you is dead.
- You fall asleep on guard duty and your entire platoon is slaughtered in
- their sleep.
- Instant and willing obedience to orders. When you're told to sit,
- you drop like a rock. And when you hit the floor, you freeze in whatever
- position you landed in until the DI gives you permission to adjust.
- Discipline. When you're standing at the POA, you don't move. If
- you scratch your nose, then you're gonna do the same thing while lying in
- a bush in the middle of the fucking jungle while praying that the communist
- bastard standing less than 30 feet away from you doesn't see through your
- camoflage. You breath too heavily and you might be spotted. You scratch your
- nose, and you're dead.
- And you aren't allowed to laugh or smile under any circumstances.
- If you can't keep your bearing in training, how do you expect to keep
- from losing it in battle? If you smile, then you must be enjoying boot
- camp, which means the DIs aren't doing their jobs properly, which means
- they get bitched at. And when a DI gets bitched at, the entire platoon pays.
- There's also no longer a first or second persons. You are
- forbidden from using the words I, me, you, we and us. It's not "I need to
- piss", it's "this recruit needs to piss." It's not about being an
- individual, it's about teamwork. And you'd best not forget that Sir at
- the end of every sentance.
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- And the DIs have all kinds of little games to promote obedience.
- You can't get your boots on before the count reaches zero? Very well,
- hold 'em straight out in front of you for 10 minutes and then try again.
- And if the games don't work, there's always Incentive Training
- aka the dreaded IT. The Incentive in IT is that "if this recruit doesn't
- fuck up, then this recruit won't be ITd, hence this recruit better try
- harder."
- Here's an example of a typical IT session. You're told to empty
- your pockets and go up to the class room area in the front of the squad
- bay. (Or if you're in deep shit, then you'll get to make a dirt call.)
- The DI that's ITing you issues the commands and the faster you
- obey them, the more likely you are to get out of the IT session a hell of
- a lot quicker.
- JUMP! "Jump Aye Aye Sir!". You quickly begin Side Straddle
- Hopping at a pace roughly four times faster than normal. STOP! "Stop Aye
- Aye Sir!" and you freeze. Instant and willing obedience to orders.
- JUMP! and it begins again. FASTER! "Faster Aye Aye Sir!"
- FASTER!!! "Faster Aye Aye Sir". STOP! "Stop Aye Aye Sir!" PUSH! "Push
- Aye Aye Sir!"
- UP--DOWN--UP--DOWN--UP--DOWN--UP--DOWN--UP-------DOWN-UP-----DOWN-UP.
- And so on and so on. I've seen IT sessions go as long as an hour and a half.
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- IT is the ultimate in deprogramming enhancers. Even the most
- rebelious recruits will succumb after a few IT sessions. My own rackmate
- used to get ITd 3 times a day simply because the DIs thought he was a
- slacker.
- Our Senior Drill Instructor actually told us once that "the
- Marine Corps doesn't brainwash you, we just prepare you for combat."
- That's like saying "alcohol doesn't kill brain cells, it just makes
- them unusable." No matter what you call it, you still come out with a
- lower intelligence than before (in both cases).
- Instant & willing obedience may be detrimental to proper conduct in
- battle, but, at least to me, it's not worth losing my individualism
- for. (Hence I'm no longer in boot camp, but that's another file). Someone
- has to protect our country's liberty, but how can you effectively defend
- something you were forced to give up yourself?
- It takes guts to go out and win a war, but even if your side is
- undoubtably right, will you look back with pride in what you
- accomplished or with bitterness at giving up your life so that millions
- of others wouldn't have to and not receiving a single thank you for doing
- such? Sure, you did some great things...now was it worth the price of your
- own freedom?
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- --InVerse
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