Along the left side of the stationary they made us use are five small pictures of recruits in various phases of their training. Parents looking at this will naturally assume that their son is cheerfully taking part in pugil stick training, the obstacle course, shooting the rifle range, and drill.
This is all a LIE. After 17 years of indoctrination I am happy to say what is really happening is your son is being transformed into an all American fighting machine and will probably go on to make more of an impact on world events than the average American will ever dream of doing. But before that we get to have the kind of fun with him that college fraternities can only fantasize about during pledge week.
The first picture at the top shows eight recruits who still have their hair and civilian clothes intact, standing on the yellow footprints looking at a sign a DI is calmly pointing to that starts “TO BE A MARINE”. (sample letter photo credit) Underneath it we can presume sage wisdom on becoming a Marine is written. I personally do not recall this sign or much wisdom during the whole yellow footprint experience.
DI: “Look at this friggin’ sign ass clowns!”
Recruits: “Sir! Yes Sir!”
DI: “Take the friggin’ picture!”
Right after the photo was taken the DI walked up to the recruits and probably punched each one in the throat.
The next photo has two recruits squaring off with pugil sticks. The recruits are wearing padding over vital areas to include helmets. The helmets are really just there to hide the look of utter terror on the faces of these poor kids so the camera can’t capture them.
What you can’t see are the DI’s standing just out of the frame encouraging the young recruits to eviscerate each other with foam padded sticks.
DI: “Johnson! If you don’t knock the helmet off that SOB I am going to kick your balls off! What kind of aggression is that? You have got to be kidding me! If you don’t kill him right now I am going to sleep with your mother on graduation day!”
However it turned out we can only assume that Mrs. Johnson now has a son she can be proud of.
Below this photo is one of a recruit with his rifle in a sitting position aimed in down range. Standing directly on top of him is a DI presumably adjusting the weapon in the recruit’s shoulder with one hand on the butt and the other on the hand guards.
Every Marine knows what’s really going on. The recruit in this picture hasn’t even been able to get lead on paper yet and his DI is about to rip the rifle out of his hands and wrap it around his throat. He probably deserves it too. Non-shooting, low life, son of…but I digress.
So here is what I wrote to my parents on the above stationary dated May 9, 1992:
Hi Mom & Dad,
Right now I am still in processing and am also quite bald. We got here on Thursday and have stayed up for 2 days. Our Senior DI says things will get worse from here after we drop into our Battalions. Oh well. I don’t have much time but I’m okay and I love you.
Once again, graduates of recruit training realize why I didn’t “have much time” as they know that this letter, like those by POWs, was written under duress.
Duress means there was a DI spitting obscenities at me during the entire five sentences I wrote.
“Faster! Did you tell your mother you loved her? WHY NOT? She’s worried about you! You inconsiderate %#[email protected]&! Hurry up!”
The funny thing is I really can’t express to you how much I love this lifestyle.