SIR, YES SIR
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Read the firsthand account of the brutality in Marine Corps boot camp in 1958.
Two years prior to this, a drunk DI marched his platoon through thr swamps and killed 6 of them.
Ribbon Creek tragedy still ripples through time
Six Marine Corps recruits drowned during the Ribbon Creek incident on April 8, 1956. Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Matthew McKeon led his platoon into the tidal creek at Parris Island during a nighttime disciplinary march, resulting in the deaths when the recruits panicked in deep water and strong
Read the true story of SIR YES SIR written by a kid who had problems at home, thought he could get away from the turmoil by joining the military. Was he ever in for the shock of his life.
The toughest kids from New York, Cleveland, Chicago, Detroit, Philly, who thought they were badasses, were reduced to ashes in a matter of seconds under the sometimes brutal discipline of the sadist DI’s.
The recruit jumped for the frying pan (his old man Big Ben), into the fire with the MASTER OF DISASTER Staff Sgt. Merrill, who for the next 14 weeks, tried to make the recruit he was never born, or at least regretted he made a very hasty/poor decision in joining the USMC.
Find out what the GREEN WEENIE is and attend the funeral of the notorious, deadly sand flea that plagued the swamp-sounded island. See, firsthand, the beating the recruit took every night for 14 weeks by the hands of Sgt. Merill.
See the Hillbilly who had such a craving for a Pepsi, he snuck out of the barracks after taps, only to have the entire guard unit chase him back to the barracks.
Try eating at attention to see how much food you can get into your mouth and not on your clothes.
See what it was like doing 10’s of 1,000’s of pushups and jumping jacks, see what it was like watching 80 greenhorn recruits try to get through a standard door opening at one time, clawing, punching and kicking one another while some maniacs screaming at them and kicking them in the ass, pure pandamomonium, running 10 miles every morning rain or shine, see what it was like standing at attention as still as a statue, in the scorching South Carolina sun, wearing a helmet liner for 1 hour or more in front of the mess hall with the deadly sand fleas flying in your ears, up your nose, and in your eyes, not being allowed to move a muscle or feel the rath of the DI’s. And that was ONLY the tip of the ice pick.
See the abuse the female Marines took for their hardened female DI’s.
Did I mention 10’s of 1,000 of pushups and jumping jacks?
It is now and always has been, THE MARINE CORPS WAY or no way at all.
Back then, when ass-kicking was illegal BUT tolerated, they would do whatever they could to either shape a person up or break them, or march them out the main gate in handcuffs.
The recruit lost many battles to the MASTERS OF DISASTER, but eventually won the war. See the surprising end.
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GET DOWN AND GIVE ME FIFTY BOY
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