Some Marine Drill Instructors I’d Like to Mess Up

Edit 10/27/2007: Despite this blog being a personal place for me to rant and rave about life, it seems a few U.S. Marines have accidentally  stumbled across this post, which was really a very personal rant.

It seems clear to me based on a couple of responses I’ve received that some Marines are taking my post as a direct attack on them and they feel the need to attack me personally in response. Well, to start with, I have nothing but respect for those who choose to serve. Serving is a hard thing, and is something they ought to be proud of. This post was never meant as an attack, and it’s unfortunate that anybody had taken it that way.

If they take my post and read it out of context (which can’t be helped, since they don’t know me) I suppose I can see how someone might take offense. Since the purpose of the post was not to offend, I’ve decided to remove the main portion of the rant.

All that is left now is what follows, a few important words that will help anybody from my old boot platoon find me, should they look.

January 16, 1994, I flew out to San Diego, California to start Marine Corps basic training. All was well until I made the mistake of going to see the Chaplain. That started a chain reaction that resulted in my being sent home… just two weeks before my platoon’s graduation. (edit: the question has been asked, “Why didn’t you just re-enlist?” I had originally planned to. But I was in a motorcycle accident shortly after getting home that left me physically disabled.)

Platoon 1106 1st Battalion Bravo Company MCRD San DiegoDrill Instructors:
Senior Drill Instructor Sergeant Lennon
Drill Instructor Sergeant Newton (perhaps the finest Marine I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing)
Drill Instructor Sergeant Lebedeff (called away to become a swimming instructor)
Drill Instructor Sergeant Richardson (called away to MRP)
Drill Instructor Sergeant Jamison (fresh out of DI school when we got him, he was called away to another platoon)
Drill Instructor Sergeant Milton (replaced the DI’s we lost at the end of first phase)

Graduation date: April 8, 1994

Yes, I remember this after all these years. I had such respect for most of my drill instructors (and such hatred for one of them) that I remember their names, faces, mannerisms, voices, and more.

Platoon recruits whose names I remember:

Murray (platoon guide), Brookes (my squad leader), Fox, Pendleton (who had a large wooden frame slammed into his shin by one of the drill instructors), Russell Greenidge (whom I later became close friends with), and of course Dorman, Plourde, and Zetterquist with whom I flew out of Salt Lake.

I remember the faces of so many others, but have just forgotten their names.


10 thoughts on “Some Marine Drill Instructors I’d Like to Mess Up

  1. Stu

    Mmmm… good point. I had considered directing some of my hatred at the psychiatrist, but I guess I never did because I only saw her for a few minutes and put her out of my mind after that. But the thought of that one DI making fun of me just makes my blood boil, even after all these years.

    There were other officers and DI’s that actually tried to help me by giving me advice on how to get myself returned to training. But these guys, they were worthless garbage.

    As for malpractice, well, that is an interesting take I had never considered before.

    And… always good to hear from Cpt. Mustang!

  2. Bravo Leader

    Stu —
    The person responsible for your Marine experience is the Beeotch Head shrink, not your truck driving idiot of a Drill Sergeant. While he is worthy of your despise as are many big headed cops, he is in reality not your nemisis. In reality you could sue her for for plenty! Malpractice is a big deal.
    Best Regards,
    your fellow Marine Buddy in Arms,
    Capn Mstng2 AKA John ooohrah!!

  3. Stu

    You know, you’re absolutely right. I’ve got far more important things to expend my energy on than directing animosity toward things of the past that cannot be changed. Let it be gone! Your “short and to the point” comment may have been the very thing I needed to finally let this go.

    Thank you for the push.

  4. Angel

    I wont write a page long response just one that is direct and to the point, “Whatever.”

    Semper Fi,
    Sergeant United States Marine Corps.

  5. Stuart

    “Whatever,” indeed! I take it to mean that you could care less, and yet you replied. Much appreciated, albeit not very poignant.

    May your career be filled with Silver Stars and at least one Navy Cross. Semper Fi to you Marine.

  6. Manny

    The only thing your “story” proves is that you’re whiny little bitch. I was in the Corps and no, it isn’t easy. In fact, I felt I was picked on at times and that it was personal. But it wasn’t. I still don’t understand why some of my Drill Instructors were as hard as they were, perhaps they had personal issues-who doesn’t? My point is, it’s part of the training. I graduated with no incidents and went on to serve proudly. You my friend are a poor excuse of a man, a non-hacker who must now wallow in your inadequacy for the rest of your existence.

    Semper Fi,

  7. Stu

    Yeah, we are all whiny little bitches at times. Kind of like you were just now, whining and bitching about my whining and bitching.

    That’s great that you got through and did your time. But for you to judge me, when you don’t know me from Adam, based on a single rant I went on 10 months ago about something that happened to me almost 14 years ago… well, it shows that you haven’t learned a thing from your service except how to be a whiny little bitch at those you disagree with and don’t understand.

    Obviously I’m still bothered by what happened, and like you said I have to live with it. Ranting about it every now and then helps me deal with it. If you can’t let me have that, then don’t bother being a dick about it to puff yourself up.

    Someday you’ll make a mistake that you’ll regret for the rest of your life. How are you going to feel when some judgmental little prick who wants to make himself feel better at your expense tells you you’re a worthless piece of garbage and nothing you have done or ever do will make up for your mistake?

    Fortunately, you’re not who I have to answer to in my life. Showing my kids that despite making a huge mistake in my life, becoming disabled, and having your dreams ripped away from you doesn’t mean that you just let yourself become a “poor excuse” for living, that you can pick yourself up, dust off, and carry on with life and make something of yourself. Being a Marine may be the end-all for you. But there’s more to life than thinking you’re better than me just because you got through boot.

    Now, I guess what I just said makes me a hypocrite, because as much as you don’t know me, I don’t know you either. So, try not to take offense at what was simply a gut reaction to defend my honor. Rather may your career, like the Marine who posted before you, be full of Silver Stars and at least one Navy Cross.

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    1. RantingStu Post author

      Hollier… Hollier… I think I remember you. You were in the rack right next to me I think. In your 20′s (at the time) and married. You mentioned to me that you had barely passed the hearing test. Your beard was so tough that those shitty baby-skin razors they issued us didn’t quite do the job and you’d get in trouble for it sometimes. You stood right in front of me in formation, towards the front of 4th squad? Sound about right?

      Jesus Christ I wrote this so long ago. I finally dealt with my failure and I’d forgotten this post even existed. I never even think about those days anymore. Wow… what times, eh?


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