WELCOME TO THE SUCK: Here's What Life At Marine Boot Camp Is Like
There's only one major road running into Parris Island.
Gorgeous marshlands stretch for as far as the eye can see all around the island.
Recruits who want to run away can't take the only road and are unlikely to brave the alligators in the swamp.
Once they arrive, the first thing they do is shuffle off the bus and line up on the famous yellow footprints.
I'm here this weekend to watch my cousin graduate, the 5th Marine in my generation.
This is what the "house" — as DIs call it — looks like.
There are three "decks," each one houses a training platoon of anywhere from 60 to 85(ish) recruits.
My cousin spent the majority of his training living on the second deck of these barracks.
This is the backdoor, and the door the recruits take to get outside. The front door is only for the DIs.
As soon as we come in, I ask him to unlock his footlocker. This is a motion he has done so many times under stress that he could probably do it in his sleep. Also, notice that his footlocker is marked on both ends with his name and recruit laundry number. Marines are required to mark their issued gear, and DI's teach recruits the importance of marking everything by periodically ...
.... ordering recruits to open and dump their lockers, then piling the platoon's belongings into the middle of the squad bay and timing recruits as they sort everything out again. A recruit's entire life is held inside this box. A recruit owns nothing else outside this box.
These two removable squares hold various hygiene gear and handbooks. Below them a recruit's issued utility uniform is usually folded neatly and staged for use.
Not an inch of space is wasted in the "squad bay," the common living area for recruits.
Every single recruit arranges their life exactly like the recruit beside him or her.
Because graduation is close, recruits have their dress and service uniforms staged for pickup.
All the uniforms are meticulously stored based on what the Senior DI orders.
Towels are folded neatly into six-inch sections and hung from specified rungs.
Every bed is made exactly the same. Here you'll notice that the recruits oscillate their beds head to toe all the way down.
There should be at least six inches of sheet and blanket pulled back in a fold, and another twelve inches of bed sheet showing, for exactly a "18 inches of white" at the end of the bed.
My other cousin shows how an average recruit stands about a head taller than the rack.
Recruits will sleep head to toe and stagger their racks in order to keep disease and sickness from quickly spreading through the platoon. (Regardless, each recruit will get badly ill at least once in training.)
Throughout boot camp, recruits are bombed with general Marine Corps knowledge as part of a comprehensive indoctrination program.
Posted up all over the squad bay are bits and pieces of general knowledge a recruit is expected to know prior to taking written exams.
Further toward the front of the bay is the quarterdeck, part of which is set aside for a small "gym."
To the left of the gym (on the "port" side) is the DI "hut."
Recruits who are reporting or requesting permission to talk to DIs will stand on those footprints and slap that hand print.
Posted beside the door, in case a nervous recruit forgets, are the precise directions for how to request permission.
My brother's wife gives it a try.
Back on the starboard side, at the very front, is "the head," bathrooms and showers.
Marines (for this training battalion) pee in troughs. Posted above the trough is how to read urine color for body hydration.
Soap and hand sanitizer stand like Marines in formation all the way down. Hygiene is a huge emphasis when you're living with 80 other people.
No, toilets do not have doors. This is so recruits can't hide from DIs, for safety purposes.
Posted up inside each stall is a bit of knowledge recruits need to know.
Lysol and toilet paper is also stowed in precise fashion all the way down.
Weight standards are strict Corps-wide, but even stricter on Parris Island.
Showers are community. My little brother for scale.
Back outside, near the DI hut, drill orders are written out for recruit memorization. Close order drill is of major emphasis at Parris Island.
Recruits memorize drill movements through use of "ditties," words and phrases they say in unison as they receive the order on the march. Later, once they're good, they'll drop the ditties and perform all orders silently.
With our backs to the front door, this is what a DI sees when he looks down the squad bay.
The recruit's view outside the window is simply more barracks and laundry equipment.
On the way out, I notice one guy who put his lock on backwards. Even in the end, this guy will get hammered if the DIs notice.
Outside I climb the rope at the end of the obstacle course, for old time's sake.
My brothers and cousins give me hell for not touching the top piece of wood, I'm just desperately trying not to fall.
On the drive out I notice a bunch of recruits in the sand pit doing pushups and various calisthenics. A crowd of onlookers from graduation has gathered, smiles on their faces while these recruits chew dirt and the DI screams. Ask me if I miss it, I'd tell you sometimes. The sandpit is not one of those things I miss though.
You've seen how a recruit lives ...
Popular Right Now
Advertisement