When I was in Marine boot, we had to do War Game training. This was before the Corps became PC and renamed everything; hand to hand combat is now Marine Martial Arts, War Game is now The Crucible, etc... But I digress...
As I scored pretty well in phase testing, so in our War Games, I was assigned Fire Team Leader and had to take 3 guys to a place on a map without saying a word, everything was hand signals so the enemy couldn't hear you. It was my job to get them there quickly, quietly and safely.
About an hour in, boredom set in. We were deep in the woods of Parris Island. I hung my M16A1 around my neck like a guitar, turned facing my guys and mocked The Who, "Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals !". Before my guys could laugh, a DI burst from the bushes letting loose the longest string of hyphenated curse words you've ever heard. I actually jumped, he surprised me so much.
I had to do push ups, wearing my loaded ALICE pack, my rifle lying beneath me, and as I went down, the DI would step on my pack, pushing my chest onto my rifle. He kept yelling, "Keep singing, Elvis !!", but my teenage mind kept thinking, "The Who, not Elvis...".
I'll never know how many push ups I did. Later on I asked my guys, they said they lost count.
A few days later during a nightly medical inspection, a different DI asked where I got all the black bruises on my chest. In dedicated Marine fashion I yelled, "Marine Corps training, SIR !!"
He let out a slight smile then made a right face.
As I scored pretty well in phase testing, so in our War Games, I was assigned Fire Team Leader and had to take 3 guys to a place on a map without saying a word, everything was hand signals so the enemy couldn't hear you. It was my job to get them there quickly, quietly and safely.
About an hour in, boredom set in. We were deep in the woods of Parris Island. I hung my M16A1 around my neck like a guitar, turned facing my guys and mocked The Who, "Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals !". Before my guys could laugh, a DI burst from the bushes letting loose the longest string of hyphenated curse words you've ever heard. I actually jumped, he surprised me so much.
I had to do push ups, wearing my loaded ALICE pack, my rifle lying beneath me, and as I went down, the DI would step on my pack, pushing my chest onto my rifle. He kept yelling, "Keep singing, Elvis !!", but my teenage mind kept thinking, "The Who, not Elvis...".
I'll never know how many push ups I did. Later on I asked my guys, they said they lost count.
A few days later during a nightly medical inspection, a different DI asked where I got all the black bruises on my chest. In dedicated Marine fashion I yelled, "Marine Corps training, SIR !!"
He let out a slight smile then made a right face.
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