“Get off my bus!”

“Get off my bus!”

“Get off my bus!”
The first moments of recruit training are fast and intense, but you will remember them forever.

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  • RJ Blett

    December 1961 I flew from MI to O’Hare where I met two more prospective Marines, both Canadians. We arrived at Lindberg Field in S.D. around Midnight, with nobody to pick us up. I remember looking around at the beautiful night and thinking how lucky I was to get away from the snow. We were picked up by a very pleasant Cpl with a high-back pick-up truck – no yelling or drama. Then – the Yellow Footprints, and the drama commenced.
    L/Cpl RJ Blett Platoon 2001


  • Harry 1371

    I was thinking the same dang thing!! Harry


  • Daniel Miller

    In September of ’74, we were at the A.F.E.E.S. station in Los Angeles when the bus showed up to take us to M.C.R.D. There was alot of talking and the usual macho talk from a few of the guys about how tough they were, how easy it would be to kick the D.I.s asses, etc. When we pulled up to the gate at M.C.R.D., our bus driver kindly warned us that we should stop talking until the bus stopped and the D.I.s got on. Some of those guys didn’t listen (What a surprise) and when the receiving D.I. boarded our bus and started his loud and memorable speech, you could have heard a pin drop. The first place we went was the chow hall for some baked chicken, mashed potatoes, watermelon, and water. Then it was off to haircuts. After haircuts, it was off to supply to get your grey plastic box and receive your initial issue. One of the recruits was so scared, that he pissed himself and four of the D.I.s swarmed him like flies on a cow pie. Never saw him after that. An experience that all Marines remember until the day we get re-assigned to the foot beat in Heaven. Semper Fi Marines and Happy Birthday! OoohhRaaahhhh!


  • Marlon Helton

    Aug. 3 1959, arrived San Diego via train,after getting on the bus the Marine in charge of all us long hairs, quiet and politely asked for all the windows to be closed. As soon as they were closed he changed from mr nice guy into one loud screaming Marine. I for one wondered what I had gotten into. But would not trade that time at MCRD for anything. Loved laying in my rack hearing taps played.


  • Mike Cushing

    Looks like they have air conditioning?? Our bus in ’69 was a School Bus…and to this day, I am still unable to tell you how we got from the San Diego Airport to MCRD…my head and eyes were locked totally forward.


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