The Stages of Marine Boot Camp

As the days kept moving on, they consisted much of physical training, marching, weapon cleaning, basic medical training, and the knowledge that we should know if we were graduate and become a Marine. Unlike other branches and their boot camps, there was no down time. There was no time that we could take a smoke break, it was not allowed. There was no use of phones to call home and talk to your family. The only thing we could do was write home on Sundays which was also the same time that we got to read our mail that we received in response. Every Sunday came and you could hope that you were not one of those sorry recruits that got a package from their family that contained food, or a piece of lady’s lingerie from a girlfriend or spouse because that would just cause you more trouble than what it was worth. The rules were very strict and there was no breaking them, or even bending them. Another thing we got to do on Sundays was go to church, if we so wanted to. If we decided not to, it was a time of hanging out with the drill instructors and the last thing you want is them bored. So, obviously most of us went to church during boot camp.

The hardest part of my experience of being in boot camp, besides the knee injury, was that my platoon was there through Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, and even my birthday. Most of us are away from homes for the first time during the holidays and these days were treated like any other day of the week. Boot camp was split into three phases when you’re going through it. None of the phases had specific labels but phase one was held in San Diego, two was in Camp Pendleton, and three was back in San Diego. Phase one, from what I picked up, was about getting into the best physical shape you can get in a four week time period, before we went to train out in the field in Camp Pendleton. Phase one was about training you into the figure of what is known as a Marine. It was about getting you smart enough to be able to represent yourself as a Marine while you’re enlisted, and while you are done with your service. Phase two was about learning your rifle, how to clean it, how to shoot it, and how to handle it. We also did many hikes and other types of field training. The most memorable part of phase two was the event called the Crucible. I cannot even gather the words that describe this event but I found a quote that describes it very well.

“The Crucible is a test every recruit must go through to become a Marine. It tests every recruit physically, mentally and morally and is the defining experience of recruit training. The Crucible takes place over 54-hours and includes food and sleep deprivation and over 45 miles of marching. The Crucible event pits teams of recruits against a barrage of day and night events requiring every recruit to work together to solve problems, overcome obstacles, and help each other along the way. The obstacles they face include long marches, combat assault courses, the leadership reaction course, and the team-building warrior stations. Each Warrior Station is named for a Marine hero whose actions epitomize the values the USMC wants recruits to adopt. Bottom line -- The Crucible is a rite of passage that, through shared sacrifice, recruits will never forget. With that memory and their core values learned in recruit training, they can draw upon the experience to face any challenge in their path.”

I found this on http://www.recruitparents.com/bootcamp/crucible.asp, which has some very detailed and helpful information that recruits experienced during their training. Here is also a short video of what they to show the Crucible.http://www.marines.com/videos/-/video-library/detail/VIDEO_WEEK11_THE_CRUCIBLE.

The part that is the most unforgettable of the Crucible was a mountain that we had to hike up in the last few miles. I am not sure how tall this hill was but at the time it didn’t look like much, until the medical truck drove up it and when it reached the top, it was the size of an ant. This showed us that the hill was quite larger than it originally looked. A lot of us struggled getting up this mountain and I was one of them. At one point I was even ready to quit, or actually a few times, but with the moral support of my fellow recruits and the drill instructors, they would not let this happen to me or anyone else. Once we got to the top, and that is everyone from all platoons in the company, we took a few minutes to rest so that we could gather our breath and strength before we started hiking again. The Marines name this mountain that fit it very well, due to its difficulty, and maybe not appropriate, but it worked. We called it Mount Mother Fu**er. After our rest was over, we continued our hike across the mountain top and when we got to the point where we would walk down and to the end of the Crucible, we got a delightful rest and a speech from our company commander. The best part is he happened to be a pilot so he was able to schedule a flyover for us right before we began our home stretch down the mountain. This was still a tough hike since it was two more miles but it was the end and we all found the determination to finish as strong as our bodies could. Once we finally got to the end and were able to drop our backpacks, we were welcomed into the chow hall to what was called the warrior’s meal where it was the first time we got to experience an all you can eat buffet with whatever we wanted for dessert. During the 54 hours and 45 miles of hiking and training, we had a total of maybe five meals and they were all MRE’s, which obviously shows that we were quite hungry. Everyone ate so much food that after the meal was over, we all spent the next hour in a food coma either in our racks or in the bathroom because we ate too much.

Over the next couple of days, we would return our gear to the supply center and get ready for our transition back to MCRD San Diego. What we would do for the next couple of weeks would be plan and prepare for our graduation but to continue our physical training so that we stayed in tip top shape. Graduation was just around the corner and this would be the beginning of our new lives.

You can also find a series of short clips of each week of boot camp at http://www.marines.com/becoming-a-marine/recruit-training/-/twelve-weeks/slide/0

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Initial Days to Marine Corps Boot Camp

The next phase is a little tough to recall because unless something stood out more than normal, everything blended together very well.

Before the sun even came out, Reveille was sounded, which is the sound that all military folk knew as the time to wake up. We all got dressed in our greens that we received the night prior and the briefing began. After briefing was complete, we then packed up everything we had issued to us in our sea bags, closed it up and we were escorted to our three Drill Instructors that would take us through basic training. These are the faces that we would soon, never forget. The hard part is that we had to run to this location, with one bag on our back and the other either in our arms or lying down across the other. It made it for a slow run, so slow that walking with no bags was actually faster, but we did what we had to do.

Once we finally arrived at the location, or squad bay, that our permanent Drill Instructors were, we all lined up and were told to have a seat, as we waited for the proper introduction of these stellar Marines. The first one to stepped outside the Drill Instructor hut, or also known as a common office, was our Senior Drill Instructor, Sergeant Bamba. He was the one in charge of the entire platoon and made the final decisions on everything that was conducted. The next one to come out was the Jade Hat Drill Instructor, Sergeant Faley (spelling might be wrong on this) who was in charge of Drill, or marching. The third and final one was our Kill Hat Drill Instructor, Sergeant Tyson. Yes, that is correct I said Kill hat and he was in charge of well, killing us by the means of making our lives miserable when we screwed up. (This is the title that I was always referred to it as, it might be called something different but for the sake of this, it will remain to what I am familiar with the position being called.) Once we were introduced to all of our instructors, they took over and our receiving drill instructor (the one we have had since we arrived at MCRD) left to never be seen again.

Over the next couple of days we would go get our medical and dental checks taken care of, which included all of our vaccinations. This part was quite interesting because we were standing in a single file line, taking one step at a time, while getting jabbed with a needle in each arm. After that, another step forward to get the next set of vaccines. If you did not like needles, well you better get over it fast because you were about to get stuck a dozen times in less than a few minutes. Yup, a few people were in line that did not like needles at all and a few of them did pass out before they even got their turn. Was quite humorous but at the same time, we would not dare laugh because the kill hat was watching all of us closely! Those that did pass out would never do it again because when they came to; they would be reminded that it was in their best interest to toughen up quickly.

During these couple of days, when we were not doing our medical and dental thing, we were down at supply getting our uniforms, being that digital camouflage utilities. Sadly we were not issued any name tags for our uniforms until it was closer to graduation. Our uniforms also didn’t get the U.S. Marine tag on it because were not yet Marines until we graduated basic training. We also stopped at a few other locations during these first few days, such as the PX (shopping center) to get any hygiene things we needed and writing equipment so that we could write home on Sundays to whoever we wanted to.

After the first week was complete, the real training was to begin, which included getting in physical shape, the right mental state, basic medical training, leadership skills, and many other different things that were required to be a Marine. The challenges I faced over the next twelve or so weeks were rather tough, mostly the physical portion because, if you remember, it was only a few months ago that I was learning how to walk again. I, still at this point in my life, had regular knee pains that lasted for quite a long time and what complications I faced during basic training were rather tough.

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