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Finding Your Bunk Fun

I got to MCRD, Parris Island, 2nd Battalion, platoon 37, on April 27, 1955. True, the DI’s were tough and not as restricted as they are today. They were inclined to use some rather rough language and a physical reminder for emphasis. One of the fun things to do when it was time for lights out, was to have all the maggots march around the squad bay with the lights out, singing the Marine Corps hymn. Then came the order to get in the rack. What a madhouse it was, in the dark, trying to figure out where you were in the squad bay and to find your rack before the lights went on again. Some bumps and bloody noses were taken into the rack those nights. Fun and games, but all good memories. Semper Fi!
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Walt Cunningham - June 8, 2020

First Battalion ,Plt 241 MCRD PISC 1957……remember this very well……this game took you from a fresh shower to solid sweat just before you got in the sack just about every night for the first two weeks……found a way to avoid these high speed collisions in middle of squad bay was to return in the 2 ft aisle between back of bunk and the bulkhead…….no traffic back there …..avoid the middle of the squad bay……you could get a few bruises out there …….I was not that smart though in leaving my lock closed but not engaged on my lockerbox ……had to sort out all my gear from a 6 ft high pile of everything unceremoniously dumped out back, topped off by all the aerosol shaving cream emptied out on top of it……about half the plt got caught with this trick…….I definitely paid in spades for this 2 seconds of saved time……at least a week getting back all MY gear…..any hidden personal stuff was lost forever…..even tough getting back your own clean skivvies……the sort out time was in seconds with the DI enjoying every minute…..always locked that box after that fiasco!!

Joseph cosgriff - June 8, 2020

Was in platoon 22, 1st bn. Feb to May 55 we had the 2 story wooden buildings. PI was an incredible experience. I mirror the things said by those who posted comments as to how it changes us for the better.

aardq - June 8, 2020

Started Nov 1, 67, in GP tents. Then into Quonset huts until the range, where we had modern barracks building. Back to MCRD and Quonset huts. A lot of what happened in the barracks couldn’t happen in the quonsets. . Whew!

Robert H Bliss - June 8, 2020

I went through Parris Island in the summer of 1968, 2nd. Bn., platoon 268. We had the same wooden buildings and A.C. was all the windows open . In fact, we never close them and it never rained or cooled off the whole time I was there. When I went to VN, I didn’t see any difference in the weather except it rained and rained and rained there. But that’s another story to be told when it’s time to do so. Good times or we all became a little insane—which ever….S/F my friends

Philip Kercher - June 8, 2020

Dave, Ain’t it the truth – am now 67 – done a hellva lot in my life and still feel the day I became a Marine was the best – not a day goes by where I don’t think about it – made me what I am today – have had two sons that also went into the Corps – as did my father and Great Uncle in the first war, God Bless our Corps.

Gene Kelly – S/Sgt. 0369 (1961- 1973) - June 8, 2020

Where was this barrack? I went through PI in 1962, 2nd. Battalion, Platoon 248. We were still in the old wooden 2 story barracks. We also had wooden floors and no AC of any kind.

Philip Kercher - June 8, 2020

Got to San Diego in 1969 and were in quonsut huts – came back from the rifle range and were moved into barracks similiar to your photo – had quonsut later when we got to San Onofre – Old School.

Sgt.Leonard Wilson - June 8, 2020

This picture of the barracks looks a lot better than the Quonset huts we had in San Diego { April 1956}

DAVE THOMAS - June 8, 2020

M.C.R.D. OCT 1952 PLATOON 554 , D.I.S STAFF SGT KNOBE ,CPL. NAPALATANO, PFC NORDBERG ,LIFE WAS A BITCH AND YOU WERE AFRAID YOU WERE NOT GOING TO DIE,BOOT CAMP TURNED A PISS COMPLECTED PUNK ONTO A MAN ,AND NOT JUST A MAN ,I WAS SPECIAL BECAUSE I EARNED MY E.G.A. AND I WAS A MARINE ,THAT WAS THE PROUDEST DAY OF MY LIFE. TODAY I AM 82 YEARS OLD AND I AM STILL PROUD TO BE PART OF THAT GREAT BROTHERHOOD ,,SEMPER FI BROTHERS

Donald McKeon - June 8, 2020

I followed you 6 platoons later 167 in Oct 1958

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