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Discussion in 'The US Marine Corps Forum' started by K9Glocker, May 2, 2007.
then you would remember this part of a really long night!
Sir, Yes Sir and Semper Fi to all!
Ahh yes, no sleep and hair in your collar, good times- good times...
I really remember that really long first night, and I recognize the stainless steel desks (bolted to the floor), but I don't remember getting the awesome haircut until the next day.
I still have nightmares/flashbacks!!
I don't remember. Then again, there's not much about my first few days there that I can recall. I remember getting off the bus. I remember sitting in the barbers chair and that's about it.
I remember thinking that cold breakfast of eggs, toast, and sausage they handed out while we were sitting at those desks was about the best damn meal I ever had.
after the haircut but with no papers---No Sir, I am not in the Marines
"I Got off the train to smoke a cigarette!"
Circa 1988, that actually happened. A 17 year old kid flew into Charleston airport to visit his grandmother, who lived somewhere on the SC/GA line. He got lost looking for the exit, and wandered into the nearest bathroom, which happened to be where some PI Marines were coralling the next busload of recruits as they got off their flights. He comes out of the john, and an overeager corporal throws him in line for the next bus, despite the fact that he's carrying a suitcase (unlike the rest of the recruits) and had no orders. Despite his protests, he was taken to PI, and got the whole initial issue and haircut. It wasn't until the third day there that they actually figured out that the poor kid had not, in fact, enlisted. They called his grandmother and parents, who by then had filed missing persons reports on him in two different states, and gave them the red carpet treatment around the base.
BTW, I assume that picture is "The Moment of Truth?"
I leave Thursday . . .
Yeah...a really long moment. You have no idea and no one can explain it to you. Good luck, warrior and Semper Fi.
Always remember that those who have gone before you are the true meaning of the Marine Corps.
I went in Nov 85. Different building, but the effect is there.
Oh yea, I guess I should have mentioned this before, but I made it. A while ago in fact. Already in the fleet
Yea, that was a really, really long night/day/night . . .
I recall the strangeness of feeling even the lightest breeze on my scalp.
I recall kids puking and passing out.
I recall thinking "I really don't want to draw any attention to myself....attention is BAD!"
Platoon 188 PISC August 1976
Take a good look at that picture. There are a few motivated fools who already had that haircut when they got on the bus. There are a few long haired youngins' in the back hoping they're butt ain't next; and here we are - smiling at them all.
I spent the longest night of my life in that receiving building on June 7th, 1997. Still remember like it was yesterday!
I had graduated the day prior - I was getting the Eagle, Globe and Anchor tattooed the morning your journey started.
Small world, eh Coogan?
I remember just a few days before graduation, our platoon had gone to get back our personal items (clothing and possessions that were taken from us that first day). We passed by some brand new recruits, still wearing their "go-fasters" with un-bloused trousers so they could get used to the heat, being run around every which way by the receiving DI's. No one said anything, but we were all thinking "Those poor bastards"... That was the point I realized how glad I was to have made it without getting recycled.
I remember that being the beginning of being awake for another 30 hours straight in 2000. You put your head down, but didn't dare to doze off. The phone call home with the prompt was funny.
That being said OCS inprocessing was much less stressful as far as what they imposed upon you, but the self-imposed stress just remembering what it was like to be in a boot camp environment again and anticipating it. Different ballgame all together down there, at least the crap was shorter lol.