I comment I will never forget is when G/Sgt. Okley said you might learn anything thing here but when you leave you will shiting muscle.
MCRDPI 1974. 2nd Batt. We were told that “Everyday is a holiday and every meal is a feast”. This has allowed me to appreciate all that I have today.
Probably the one that stuck with me the most was Sgt Dryer told us you are all a bunch of quitters some of you could not even make it thru school without quitting. I have remembered that since he said it and used it especially while on the job being a plant electrician I run into a lot of problems that I wanted to walk away from but that always came back I didn’t fix everything but I stuck with it or got the help that was needed. Still have to stay with anything I’m doing till it’s done and hate to get whipped. Thanks Sgt Dryer and the USMC made me what I am today
Parris Island, S.C. 1961. Had a SSgt (E-5) Livingston (JDI) when he figured that I had screwed up, he would stand in front of me and scream about this and that,,,,,,he would always call me “a long stale bag of urination”. I was 18 yrs. young & 6 foot 4 inches tall. As I stood there at attention, my eyes almost were able to see completely over his campaign hat. I believe he may have been sensitive about being shorter than some of us. SEMPER FI !!
I was in boot camp at MCRD San Diego in the fall of 1967 and one of my DI’s, SSgt. Francisco Urrutia (RIP) was addressing one of my shortcomings. He asked me why I had done something (or didn’t do something I was supposed to) and I said “the Private has no excuse, sir!” It was the standard answer; what else could you say? Ssgt. Urrutia said “ damn right you got no excuse! Do you know WHY you have no excuse?” I replied that I didn’t. He said “because, Private Lariviere, excuses are like a**holes – everybody’s got one!” My son, as a teenager, heard that line several times…..
Sgt. Franks – PLT. 3095, Graduated 25 JAN 82, Parris Island – “Quitters never WIN and WINNERS never QUIT”.
SGT GRIT should check out “SH*TBIRD! How I Learned to Love The Corps” for memorable DI quotes. Semper Fi jarheads
MY FAVORITE TO THIS DAY. I ALWAYS LAUGH WHEN I THINK OFF IT ” YOUR LOWER THAN WHALE SHIT AND THAT’S ON THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN MAGGOT” I’M LAUGHING EVEN NOW AS I TYPE THIS. SEMPER FI MARINES.
I was in platoon 245 summerof1962. S/Sgt A J Veasey was our SDI.
Summer 1957 Parris Island, 3rd Battalion Quonset huts. On the rare occasion of reporting to the Drill Instructors hut you had to bank on the side of the corrugated metal. Till your hand was almost bleeding all you received for your effort was “I can’t hear you” then how did he know I was there is all I could think of. I looked down and saw that the lower area of the door from on the corrugated metal and noticed it was as smooth as the area where I was banging. I continued to bang on the upper portion of the hut with my hand while I was kicking the lower. In response “what do you won’t maggot”
I got called to the DI’s Office while going through boot camp in 1950 at MCRDSAN. I was really nervous. Thought I must be in real trouble. After reporting in as you are supposed to, the DI asked, are you from Oklahoma. Sir Yes Sir! Well that’s great. I am too and you are going to be the honor recruit in our platoon, you understand. Sir Yes Sir! Dismissed and get with it. Sir Yes Sir! Broke my kneecap and had to spend time in the hospital during training. Got setback, so didn’t have to live up to his expectations. Guess he was disappointed.
NO EXCUSE, SIR: Drill Instructor: “Are you dead, Scumbucket?” Recruit: “Sir, No Sir.” Drill Instructor: “Why are you not dead, Scumbuctet?” Recruit: “Sir, No excuse, Sir.” Drill Instructor: “Outstanding…carry on.”
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU… QUONSET HUTS, PLATOON 1135 MCRD S.DIEGO 1966… S/SGT.BLUE, SGT. MC GEEN AND SGT. PALACIO… NEVRE TO BE FORGOTTEN…
One day a DI came in and as we stood at attention at the foot of our racks, he complained that someone in one of the other Quonset huts tried to cut his wrist. He said he was tired of hauling ass****’s like that to the hospital. He then proceeded to explain that we should jab into the wrist and cut everything. That way we would be sure to be dead before he had to take us to the hospital. With a bayonet in hand, just before he walked out the front door he turned and through the bayonet the length of the Quonset hut and stuck it in the back door. With all of us staring at the bayonet he walked out.
I really learned many things from Boot Camp (MCRD-San Diego) and my DIs. The two that have followed me throughout my life is that if I managed to survive today, I should be able to survive tomorrow. Getting chewed out by the DIs was a great lesson for being out in the real world. All of my civilian bosses were such amateurs at ass chewings compared to Marine Corps DIs. When I was the boss in different situations I knew how to get my point across to my subordinates because I had great teachers in the Corps.
“You recruits smell like butt crack!” DI Ssgt Anderson would constantly remind us after a day of training.
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I comment I will never forget is when G/Sgt. Okley said you might learn anything thing here but when you leave you will shiting muscle.
MCRDPI 1974. 2nd Batt. We were told that “Everyday is a holiday and every meal is a feast”. This has allowed me to appreciate all that I have today.
Probably the one that stuck with me the most was Sgt Dryer told us you are all a bunch of quitters some of you could not even make it thru school without quitting. I have remembered that since he said it and used it especially while on the job being a plant electrician I run into a lot of problems that I wanted to walk away from but that always came back I didn’t fix everything but I stuck with it or got the help that was needed. Still have to stay with anything I’m doing till it’s done and hate to get whipped. Thanks Sgt Dryer and the USMC made me what I am today
Parris Island, S.C. 1961. Had a SSgt (E-5) Livingston (JDI) when he figured that I had screwed up, he would stand in front of me and scream about this and that,,,,,,he would always call me “a long stale bag of urination”. I was 18 yrs. young & 6 foot 4 inches tall. As I stood there at attention, my eyes almost were able to see completely over his campaign hat. I believe he may have been sensitive about being shorter than some of us. SEMPER FI !!
I was in boot camp at MCRD San Diego in the fall of 1967 and one of my DI’s, SSgt. Francisco Urrutia (RIP) was addressing one of my shortcomings. He asked me why I had done something (or didn’t do something I was supposed to) and I said “the Private has no excuse, sir!” It was the standard answer; what else could you say? Ssgt. Urrutia said “ damn right you got no excuse! Do you know WHY you have no excuse?” I replied that I didn’t. He said “because, Private Lariviere, excuses are like a**holes – everybody’s got one!” My son, as a teenager, heard that line several times…..
Sgt. Franks – PLT. 3095, Graduated 25 JAN 82, Parris Island – “Quitters never WIN and WINNERS never QUIT”.
SGT GRIT should check out “SH*TBIRD! How I Learned to Love The Corps” for memorable DI quotes. Semper Fi jarheads
MY FAVORITE TO THIS DAY. I ALWAYS LAUGH WHEN I THINK OFF IT ” YOUR LOWER THAN WHALE SHIT AND THAT’S ON THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN MAGGOT” I’M LAUGHING EVEN NOW AS I TYPE THIS. SEMPER FI MARINES.
I was in platoon 245 summerof1962. S/Sgt A J Veasey was our SDI.
Summer 1957 Parris Island, 3rd Battalion Quonset huts. On the rare occasion of reporting to the Drill Instructors hut you had to bank on the side of the corrugated metal. Till your hand was almost bleeding all you received for your effort was “I can’t hear you” then how did he know I was there is all I could think of. I looked down and saw that the lower area of the door from on the corrugated metal and noticed it was as smooth as the area where I was banging. I continued to bang on the upper portion of the hut with my hand while I was kicking the lower. In response “what do you won’t maggot”
I got called to the DI’s Office while going through boot camp in 1950 at MCRDSAN. I was really nervous. Thought I must be in real trouble. After reporting in as you are supposed to, the DI asked, are you from Oklahoma. Sir Yes Sir! Well that’s great. I am too and you are going to be the honor recruit in our platoon, you understand. Sir Yes Sir! Dismissed and get with it. Sir Yes Sir! Broke my kneecap and had to spend time in the hospital during training. Got setback, so didn’t have to live up to his expectations. Guess he was disappointed.
NO EXCUSE, SIR: Drill Instructor: “Are you dead, Scumbucket?” Recruit: “Sir, No Sir.” Drill Instructor: “Why are you not dead, Scumbuctet?” Recruit: “Sir, No excuse, Sir.” Drill Instructor: “Outstanding…carry on.”
THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU… QUONSET HUTS, PLATOON 1135 MCRD S.DIEGO 1966… S/SGT.BLUE, SGT. MC GEEN AND SGT. PALACIO… NEVRE TO BE FORGOTTEN…
One day a DI came in and as we stood at attention at the foot of our racks, he complained that someone in one of the other Quonset huts tried to cut his wrist. He said he was tired of hauling ass****’s like that to the hospital. He then proceeded to explain that we should jab into the wrist and cut everything. That way we would be sure to be dead before he had to take us to the hospital. With a bayonet in hand, just before he walked out the front door he turned and through the bayonet the length of the Quonset hut and stuck it in the back door. With all of us staring at the bayonet he walked out.
I really learned many things from Boot Camp (MCRD-San Diego) and my DIs. The two that have followed me throughout my life is that if I managed to survive today, I should be able to survive tomorrow. Getting chewed out by the DIs was a great lesson for being out in the real world. All of my civilian bosses were such amateurs at ass chewings compared to Marine Corps DIs. When I was the boss in different situations I knew how to get my point across to my subordinates because I had great teachers in the Corps.
“You recruits smell like butt crack!” DI Ssgt Anderson would constantly remind us after a day of training.