Other than my son being born,the proudest day of my life was February 27 1985..The day I graduated from Parris Island Marine Corps Boot Camp.
PLT.3015 3RDBN I CO.
Robby Terrill,Berea KY.
My life and world would never be the same...
MCRD plt 2206 1/4 viet-nam 68-69
Jack A.Kinser{capt.Kangaroo}
I arrived at Parris Island at oh dark thirty on November 21 1975. I had grown up in a Marine Corps family (Dad did 32 years) and I thought I kind of knew what I was getting into.
As I hit the yellow foot prints I felt both pride that many, many Marines had stood there before me and scared crapless that I might fail to live up to the standards set by those Marines. I felt honored that I was going to do what they had done before me and that many more would do behind me. I made it through boot camp and served four years active duty and four years inactive reserve.
Tom Truesdale
Corporal USMC
Bravo Company 2nd Tank Battlaion
2nd Marine Division
1975-1979
I felt....."What the hell?!!
Doug Smith
USMC 1963-69
D.R. 1965
Vietnam 1965-66
I felt scared and proud, excited and worried, I knew in my heart of hearts I was undertaking the biggest and toughest challange of my life. Scared? Hell yes I was scared, but more proud of the Marines that had come before me andknowing that in a few hard weeks I would become one.
I was excited because the Marines were the elite of all the services.. They are the best and I so
desperately wanted to belong with them. I was also worried that I may
stumble, but I knew I would not fall. Not with my friends and family praying so hard for me. Yes, I did stumble, but with my friends and family sending me letters of encouragement and their prayers, I made it through.
Lcpl Duane
Casada 1st MAR DIV echo 2/7 SEMPER FI
“I'm a man”
A. Pat Burris
As the DI got on the bus yelling, “Get your Mother F... ASS off this bus,” and pushing us as we left, I said, “GOD this can't be true! I'm dreaming, please tell me I am”... No, I was not...but in 12 weeks I became a US Marine, one of America's best fighting men in the world, and I would do it again..knowing what I know now. OORAH
Cpl John Gariano-FL
The first thought was… “Jeez, he knocked the s*** out of that guy with his fist just because he was chewing gum.”
The second thought was,” Daddy lied to me.”
I had heard they would slap or beat on the boots at basic, and was a bit concerned about that… to which my Dad responded, "Hell boy, they don't hit boots. I was in the Corps during WWII, and they didn't hit us.” So, Daddy lied.
PS – He also lied to me once more in my life… When I got my vasectomy. I thought it would be painful… to which my Dad responded, "Hell boy, it don't hurt… I had mine done years ago and it didn't hurt.” Daddy lied to me again.
G. H. "Sonny" Hollub, Jr., E3, Lance Corporal… June 26, 1968… (is when I stepped on those yellow footprints)
The senior DI walked out, a long lean mutha F'er, with his campaign cover and wearing shades that reminded me at the time, of an Alabama State Trooper (you in a heap of trouble for sho boy), you get the idea.
With a voice as deep as the grave, and sounding worse, he instructed us that we had 3 seconds to get off the bus and on those footprints and 2 of those seconds were already gone(with alot of colorful language included). Guys were killing each other to get off that bus. Seems kinda funny now.
Anyway, my thoughts at that time, and I remember it clearly to this day, were that I was scared s***less and wondered what I'd done got myself into!
Proud to be a MARINE!
Fred Lowery
Plt. 1070
MCRD / San Diego
6/73- 6/76 E4
To answer that question....FEAR! That was what I felt. I am a SgtMaj
with almost 25 years in the Corps.
Semper Fi,
SgtMaj Scott Smith
"What did I get my self into" That sums it up in six words.
Thanks, Robert Perry-
Bill Cardone..CPL….'73 to 77….I was scared shit,and I knew ahead of time what to expect! I had a very good friend of mine who was a retired Marine school me on everything that was going to happen! All the training in the world can't prepare you for that experience though!
The first thought that entered my head was, ,”What the hell did I get myself into, and where is the bus that takes you home”? It was very shocking at first and I didn’t like it. I got through it and I am a better person for it.
CPL Matthew Cheney
I had just turned 17 at midnight. At 4am EST, I was standing on the yellow footprints.
I was a high school dropout that had lost his job, had a family that could give a crap if I lived or died, take a stab at how I felt....
Big John