SEMPER FI!
The Marine Corps
The arrival at Parris Island was very orginized. We switched from the special train (filled with young scared volunteer recruits) to buses. It was late at night and I notice the voices and conversation subside so you New there was nervousness aboard with us. We pulled through the gates and the buses proceeded to a lot where they park. A very sharply dressed Marine with a white helmet decorated with a red-gold band around it. He stood next to the driver and I noticed he had a baton held with one hand on each end. “Gentlemen, on behalf of the United States Government and the United States Marine Corps I would like to welcome you to Parris Island, if there is anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable be sure to let us know.” All of a sudden that man turned into a monster the size of the incredible hulk. Swearing and venom came spewing of his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes I could believe a person could become so fearful. He started swinging the baton, hitting everything and everybody. Shouting why were we sitting listening to all garbage. If we didn’t have all our butts of the bus in ten seconds he would beat the remaining “sh.. birds” to a pulp. There were recruits pushing , shoving, diving over the seats; it was maham. They herded us lika mob up the street between tents. Then stated just shoving marines minto tents around eight men per a tent. Yelling there would be a sheet, blanket, towel per man and they didn’t want to see us or hears us until revelry the next morn. At which time I would achieve my notoriety.
Edwin's Ramblings 