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Too bad your not going into the Marines. I'll never forget Paris Island.
Remember that scene in the movies where the drill inspector walks into the bus and says "YOU ARE NO THE PROPERTY OF THE UNITED STATES GOVERNMENT" and "YOU HAVE THIRTY SECONDS TO FALL OUT OF THIS BUS AND STAND AT ATTENTION ON THE YELLOW FOOTPRINTS"? That's not the movies - that's fucking real. Instantly thirty recruits fly off the bus through windows if needed.
They kept us up over 24 hours that first day in a room with no windows, filling out paperwork and generally fucking wth us.
Then there was "the shower". They took us into a shower room in small groups and through buckets of Chlorine at us.
Once while living in a sqaud bay on the second floor we were told to fall out to the pavement below. One of us broke our leg in the process. I'll be damned if he didn't tell anyone until he passed out from the pain three hours later.
But the funniest story was one day all of us "standing on line" - sixty men standing straight up as humanly possible as if we had a stick up our ass. It was silent and you can hear a pin drop - Until one of us let loose with a loud and long fart. Even the damn drill instructor that day lost it and started laughing.
Good luck.
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