Personal Narrative: San Diego Marine Corps

The couple of months prior to leaving for boot camp, I was really motivated like most people. My brother had given me a lot of guidance on what boot camp was going to be like. Honestly when I got there, I wasn’t scared. I knew exactly what to do. Two days later I was sent to the hospital because my appendix was about to rupture and had to go into surgery immediately. I was at Paris Island an extra month. When I graduated, I loved being a Marine. Because I felt like I had already made a difference already. MCT, was similar, but I slowly started losing motivation. I was a dumb ass and wore my contacts and 3 days before I graduated I got dropped for pink eye in both eyes. Yes it was my fault and I sucked it up, but another month on Camp Geiger didn’t help. But still I was proud of being a Marine. MOS school went well. I was finally happy to be doing my job and being trained in my MOS. When I found out I was going to Cherry Point, I was furious. It kind of killed everything I had worked for, knowing I was going to the biggest POG base in the Marine Corps. After making fun of me for a while, my brother helped me out and got me back on

“Ok squad we just got word there is a small enemy outpost not far from here in the foothills, this is where most of the Taliban are staging when they attack this base. We are sending in just our squad for a quick in and out recon mission of the area," explains the Lt nodding his head rapidly.

Chris murry 3rd and hes team of navys on may 5 2009 we was sent to pakanstan to kill osama ben liden. I came to the army because of 9/11. I wanted to be the one to take the leader of 9/11 down. So from 2002 to 2009 i was training. But that year i knew we was going to catch him. We was getting the helacoter ready for the mission and my sargent gave me two other people to go with me. We was on our way to pakastan. The helacoter put us 10 miles from the hide out. So we walked for 10 miles and there it was the hide out. There was a big wall and it was quiet. We clamed over the wall and was attacked. We hide behinde this big rock. And while my partners was distrating them i ran behind the hideout and clamed in the north windeo. Then i started to

When I was grabbed up to provide support for my pin down battalion. When I was on the hill; my training I had received at the Infantry Mortar Leaders Course, and countless training at the Joint Multinational Training Center (JMTC) kicked into high gear.

“Just another day at the office” my Sergeant said. It was June 3rd, 1944, we were preparing for one of the biggest missions of the century. We would be named the 101st Airborne Division and it would be one of the worst turning points in my life. We were training for over a year for this day. We had to act fast because it was right before D-Day.

“Nearly every Marine I’ve met is hoping this war with Iraq will be his chance to get some.”

“Naval Special Weapons Sailors. We Marines took a bunch of them and trained them up like they were Marines. Once we had the first couple of classes trained and we evaluated them, they took over the training. They’ve got two Battalions of them now; see that down the road there?” Major Luxon pointed to the dust trail that had been getting closer and closer.

Parts five and six bring together the personal and professional relationship between Marines themselves and the American public. These relationships, forged by the millions of men and women who have donned the Marine Corps uniform, are a result of training methods and careful selection. General Krulak gives the reader a taste of why Marines do what they have come to be known as America’s force in readiness. First to Fight has many good traits. The book, while easy to read and addictively interesting, never sugarcoats the intense conflicts between high level officials. General Krulak enhances the “official” record with personal accounts of events and people now legendary. His no-holds-barred approach to his writing makes General Krulak’s book both honest and educational. His explanations of the struggle to keep the Marine Corps alive and the early development of amphibious doctrine make First to Fight a must-read for anyone interested in understanding the modern Marine Corps. In parts of the book, General Krulak provides a mountain of detail. While these facts would be of great historical value for a reader who knows military structure and nomenclature, they tend to bog down the reader at points. The political volleys also tend to get tedious when the General describes the how the Marine Corps had to fight tooth and nail for institutional survival. These

The Marines one of the toughest military branches out there. Week one Stepping off the bus. Recruits fill out paperwork and get haircuts for their time of being a soldier. Next, they get medical and dental scanning’s to see if their health. Week two the Sergeant will come in with an air horn and blow it. The recruits will get up fix their beds

With a hissing shift in the fuselage airlock, a Templar Lieutenant presented himself from the cockpit. Bracing himself against either side of the airlock doorway, he briefly cast his gaze over the squad of Marines before him. Giving an informal regard for Oberyn and Animus, he relayed the mission parameters.

I recall my experience with boot camp and I do not envy what you may be going through right meow. All of the impossible tasks that require you to bust out your standard issue time machine to complete them. The training (I'm sure yours is more physically demanding). Being tired and strung out. And of all of the things I had difficulty by far the most difficult for me was the feeling that a part of my heart was missing. I was alone amongst strangers completely for the first time in my life and without my friends and family I felt a steady throbbing and sometimes stabbing feeling in my chest. Honestly it was the first time I cried about what feels like losing those in my life that I care for: my friends and family. It wasn't because of where I was or what I was doing it was because of that feeling that I was losing those I loved and wouldn't see them again. It's really wierd because it definitely didn't hit me until I made that first phone call home and I heard my mom's voice. But it's interesting because as time got closer for them to come see me and for me to graduate the throbbing turned more and more into excitement. And it does get better when you get out of boot camp. Because it's like a black hole in that place and it's really different when you get to your tech school and even more different at your first duty station. You can call people whenever you want to, text, or even Skype

“’Fraid that we don’t have enough resources for training right now. You’re only going to be on a ‘lil gunboat. It’s a pretty simple task really, all you have to do is follow the other three gunboats and the Man o’ War.” said the officer.

As i peered over a mob of people I started to get nervous.Then the speaker said for everyone to get their boys and as soon as he said that , everybody started running to find their Marines. As i sprinted towards my brothers direction,I caught a glimpse of his face and yelled his name. When he looked at me i knew i would never forget this precious moment.My trip to San Diego to see my brothers was one of the best trips ever.

“’Fraid that we don’t have enough resources for training right now. You’re only going to be on a ‘lil gunboat. It’s a pretty simple task really, all you have to do is follow the other three gunboats and the Man o’ War.” said the officer.

It was a beautiful, sunny, California day on Camp Pendleton in an open area filled with grass and sand only a hundred meters away from the ocean. As the fresh ocean breeze blows steady and the sound of a Huey helicopters rotor blades whopping in the sky, a platoon of Marines stand fast smokin’ and jokin’.