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 Originally Posted by Keith_MM
Does make you wonder whether he's trying to get volume in at rifle training by multi rifling . Get the basics down on one rifle , then one rifle right arm /right eye and a second rifle left arm and left eye .....then its just a case of having mastered that . bolting rifles side by side and linking the triggers .
on a side note , for those of us in europe , if we pm'ed you a note for him stacks any chance you could print them off and stick em in the mail for him or someone else might volunteer. Maybe collect them up fortnightly and stick them all in one envelope.
This post made me lol so hard I cried. Totally serious.
It feels great to be "on the outs" lol. 92 days of destroying body and mind and all of a sudden I'm out and about in San Diego eating pizza and being fat and disgusting like a civilian. Truly mindblowing.
My plan is to throw in a "short" (it probz wont be short) recap of my summer. It was pretty sick.
Edit: This is going to start off fairly detailed then get more generalized as I go on as the beginning was probably the most "traumatic" lol.
To kick things off, landed in San Diego on May 26th, around 1am. Got herded like sheep onto a bus shortly after. We were made to ride with our heads between our legs and to not look up, talk, or move.
After about 30-45 minutes of driving around we finally stopped, and were abruptly introduced to the fabled "Yellow Footprints." I shit brix. lol Like seriously, your sitting on a bus one minute, the next minute you have 3 DI's in your face screaming and yelling at you to move your ass before you get choke-slammed into a bulkhead.
After that, they rummage through our shit, then the most PAINFUL (lets just say more than one recruit bled) haircut of your life, then you are sat down in a classroom. Hours (LITERALLY HOURS) of paperwork follows. After that you are issued your first "uniform" (you look like a total jackass). After that its kind of a blur, and I dont remember much except for a lot of shots and seeing a dentist, eye doctor, etc.
No sleep til Thursday night (we got Tuesday morning, so however many hours that is.) That week up til Friday is called "Receiving Week" and basically its to teach you SUPER basic shit, like learning how to march (sort of), shots, paperwork, etc. That Saturday (for my Company) we experienced Black Friday. (It's supposed to happen on Friday, but we shipped a day later because of a holiday or some shit ANYWAYS) Black Friday is when you meet your "real DI's. Dustin again shits brix. Possibly one of the worst days of my life. Never been so scared lol.
Basically, its just 4 Green and Tan blurs streaking around the room yelling at everyone, good stuff. This is the beginning of Phase 1.
Now I'm gonna start getting more generalized because its nothing too exciting and it would be an INSANELY long post otherwise.
Phase 1 consists of REALLY learning to march, learning how to clean your rifle, PT, classes, Initial Drill, Initial PFT, and preparing to go up North. I was made Squad Leader the 1st day we picked up (Black Friday). Basically what that means is I was in charge of 14 other Recruits, if they fucked up, I got fucked up, etc.
Phase 1 lasts about 4 weeks. Phase 2 consists of moving up to Camp Pendleton. When you get there, you are issued all your field gear. The first week you are there is Grass Week. You learn all the components of your rifle, how to fire your rifle, different firing positions, finding your True Zero, and hours and hours and hours of dry firing at a barrel. Week Two is Rifle Range, where you fire at known distances of 200, 300 and 500 yards in various firing positions. Probably one of the most fun weeks of RT. You send hundreds of rounds downrange that week. More good stuff. Week 3 up north is Field Week. Field Week = hell imo. 3-5 hours of sleep depending on how much you pissed your DI's off the day before, no showering, you wash off with baby wipes, COLD MRE's (not allowed to use the heater inside to make the food warm), hours spent crawling through the dirt, mud, grass, etc, lots of dirt in your teeth, very little time to brush your teeth. After that week is over you go back down to MCRD San Diego for Phase 3.
Phase 3 consists of Final Drill, Final PFT, Prac Test, and some other shit. DI's start treating your more like a human at this point, but you are still a Recruit. It's pretty bad ass though, since your platoon actually knows how to march now and shit and you get to correct all the Phase 1 recruits. Nothing really exciting happens in this Phase, probably the longest one for me. I'm still a Squad Leader at this point.
After 3 weeks of Phase 3, you go back up North for the Crucible. The Crucible is a 54 hour event where you get like 8 hours of sleep in 3 days, hike ~40 miles and do 32 day events, 2 night events, and an 8 mile hike at the end up a small mountain, called the Reaper.
To be honest, it sounds god awful when its put in those terms, but its really not that bad. It goes by so fast, its hard to remember most of it. After the Crucible you are awarded your Eagle, Globe, and Anchor and the Title Unites States Marine. You are now a human in the DI's eyes again.
Go back down south. Practice for graduation all week. Family Day on Thursday, and Graduation on Friday (today.) I graduated as a Squad Leader. The only Recruit/Marine that was appointed on the first day to make it all through Recruit Training without being fired /brag. Basically makes me a bad ass imo.
All in all, RT isnt really that bad. The hardest part about it is getting over yourself really. Stop worrying about "me" and start worrying about the men around you. For example, in the beginning, everyone complains about being hungry, etc (I did myself). Today, when I went to lunch with my family I ate a foot long 1/2 lb hot dog, fries, a package of Reese's, an ice cream cone from Cold Stone, and like 8 cookies that my mom made for me. Afterwards, they asked if I was full. My response? "I don't know." They were like, "WTF?!?! HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW?" Basically what happens is, you are trained to ignore your body lol. Like, I seriously have no idea when I'm hungry or full. I feel pretty much the same throughout the day no matter what unless it gets to an extreme of not eating at all for a long period of time, i.e missing a meal or two, or eating too much and my stomach hurts so bad I feel like I'm about to vomit. Pretty crazy huh? Same thing goes with pain/discomfort. You only feel it once it hurts like a MOTHER, before that you just ignore it.
Fun stuff though, all in all. I didnt lose a LOT of weight, the big difference was in the inches off my waist. I weighed in at ~190 before I went in (I'm 6'3") came out ~180, but my waist is 2-3 inches smaller.
It was fun, challenging, I hated it at times, loved it at times, all in all something I'll never forget.
Alright, this post is ridiculously long, and if you read it you are a trooper lol. It's good to be back and I'll be hittin everyone and the tables up real soon if I havent already.
PEACE!
PS: I'll post pics of me in my uniform(s) as soon as I get them on my comp.
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