It was just a matter of time. Local San Diego high school hired a new bus driver recently and he got on the wrong exit and ended up on MCRD.
Having just finished his first cycle as a Drill Instructor, Staff Sgt (Redacted), was pretty amped up. "I just love Making Marines, I lost my bearing a little, I guess" He entered that bus with the intensity of a freight train. One student tried to explain they were lost and obviously was greeted firmly with agreement. "No S*** You're F****** Lost!!!! But now you're found, and you belong to ME!" An onslaught of beratement continued for another 15 minutes continued until another Drill Instructor, who had been sitting outside the bus listening and laughing finally felt the children had enough, walked in and dismissed the Drill Instructor.
The Command SgtMaj received a concerned phone call from the High School Principal later that afternoon. The tone quickly shifted when the SgtMaj had heard enough. After several apologies from the principal, the school has sent out a memo to angry parents. "The incident in question was part of a planned recruiting trial" The memo went on to explain, the students were given a unique opportunity to experience boot camp and should be thankful for such a honored experience.
Hot cocoa and warm blankets were passed out at the school, all children expected to have a full recovery. Local recruiters report several students called the next day interested and have begun plans for a joint operation to reroute more buses to the gate.
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626 comments
Brenda DeVaughn
Loved it…I to would have paid to see it and I loved the movie “Stripes”! You have to be able to laugh😄 MSgt Ret.
Dave Turner
I was a Hollywood marine back in the early 70s, man I’d pay money to see the shock on their faces😂😂😂
Chris Vail
I have doubts about the authenticity of this story, but it was funny. At least, it’s funny in 2020; I wouldn’t have found it so funny in September, 1952 had it been the bus I was on in Yemassee, SC. After a day and a half train ride from NYC to Parris Island, we all felt pretty good about becoming Marines as the 3 NCOs who monitored us on the train treated us respectfully and nicely. I remember thinking PI couldn’t be as bad as the stories led one to believe. HA!!! When the train stopped, a loud – actually louder than loud – voice entered our car and using language I had never heard before, that corporal let us know real fast he was the lawnmower and our asses were grass. After a cold breakfast at the Yemassee Restaurant, we boarded two buses to take us to the Island while the corporal continued to berate us damn close to tears. He was right in that we were beginning to feel lower than whale s**t on the bottom of the ocean. Memories? Oh, yes. But years later when I came to realize the benefits we Marines derived from that early punishment, the bad memories returned to the brain’s housing group and better memories of the Corps arose. In fact, 54 years after leaving PI, I found my Sr DI and visited him at his house and he and I now continue to call each other at least once a year, especially on The Birthday.
Charlie Lipsett
As a military supporter and proud cousin to several Marines I have only one thing to say to those without a sense of humor on this post. Lighten up Francis ( yes, I know it’s from the Army based movie “Stripes”) Carry on..
DOC8404-8406
oF course it’s not true. It’s a satire piece. The transition to Marine isn’t just the greeting at MCRD. It’s the late night before. Fear of leaving your home for the first time. The long drive from the airport making small talk with guys you’ve just met. What matters the most is not being yelled at upon reception, but isolated, unable to talk or communicate while someone owns you for an extended period. Thatt part of the molding process is the most important. Fun story.