Did your DI ever hit you?

[badbob]

Paris Island mid 1964, I had just gone into my 5th week of recruit training, when one night after chow I was outside the Barracks policing the lawn with one other recruit.

We began talking, but didn’t realize that one of our Jr DI’s (a CPL with 7 years in, and one of the most Squared away Marines I’ve ever known, by the name of G H Graves) was lurking just inside the squad bay door, and he caught me complaining about how Fu*ked up I thought the things were. It was the typical complaints, “this sucks and that sucks, we all did it.

As you can suspect, my complaining didn’t go over very well with CPL Graves, and he called me to attention and began explaining how "no one bad mouths his Marine Corps".

After his lengthily lesson in Marine Corps History, which included Chesty and the Frozen Chosin & Dan Dailey and Bellow Woods, he asked me if I UNDERSTOOD??????

I replied Yes Sir, but didn’t quite get the Sir completely out of my mouth when all of sudden he popped me in the gut, which set me back on my heels, I quickly snapped back to attention only to receive an “I Can’t Hear You” and he hit me again, then he asked me if I wanted to hit him?? My reply was No Sir. But after the 4th or 5th pop I replied Yes Sir and he stopped.

Before he dismissed me, he whispered into my ear, Never forget, honesty is always the best policy, and never ever forget, "It’s your Marine Corps too”, I don’t want to hear anymore bad mouthing, Understood, I replied YES SIR

This particular DI had been picking on me for most of my short Marine Corps experience, push ups after push ups after push ups. I was the first in my platoon ordered down for 20, and he had me on the deck 10 times a day. It seemed for a while there that I could do no right. But I believe that was because I was a small jar head like him and he was obligated to toughen me up some before the turned me loose.

This was the only time I was hit in 13 weeks of Boot camp, It squared me away, and I do believe that the DI was testing me, after this incident he back off completely, I am quite certain that I passed his test, which was all about discipline & responsibility, not to mention that I hadn’t yet earned the right to complain.

CPL Gary H Graves retired after 22 years as a First SGT

R Lee Ermey said once in an interview, "when he as a DI back in 66 a little POP every now and then was a very good attention getter". I’m one Marine who can attest to this as FACT.

Semper Fi,
Bob

[wrbones]

I got popped twice. ( rifle drills and manual of arms don't count. Ya get slapped with the butt of your own rifle a time or two, ya start doin' things right. ) Both times fer runnin' outta the shower and right into the base Tai Kwan Do champ. Our second hat. Right in the throat. Took the butt chewin' and was glad that's all it was! I finally started payin' attention to where I was goin'. At that time, the little fart could've chewed me up and spit me out without workin' up a decent sweat!

A year later, after I was settled into my permanent duty station, I got some of that martial arts training for myself. For four years, the only match or fight I ever lost was to the guy who trained me. Finally lost to Sgt Charles Harris. 6'2" and built like a brick. ( We were both Sgt's, but he had senority) He hit me twice and I hit the floor! LOL.

To this day, though, I can't stand for anyone to even act like they're gonna touch my neck.

Good to see ya around, Badbob. I kinda missed ya around here, brother.

[yellowwing]

One day I drew fire watch while the rest of the platoon was on mess duty. Hours and hours of cleaning everone's weapons. The last hour I was cleaning my own, fighting the urge to sleep.

Boom! In thundered the rest of the platoon. I snapped to and joined the circus again. A while later I was finally in the rack just starting to crash.

I was startled awake with a hand squeezing my throat! I looked to see a most horrible sight. Sgt McGuigan had my throat in one hand and my WEAPON in the other. In all the rush I forgot to secure it!

He lectured me on what happens when a Marine loses his weapon in combat. All the while squeezing harder and harder. Just when things were going purple and black, he gives me a slap and tells me to get up and secure my weapon.

I never forgot again. It took me about ten years to let even a girlfriend touch my neck!

[Sgt Sostand]

Hit me hehehe i got my a** Kicked

[greensideout]

Did your DI hit you?

It depended on who was asking. "Dear Mom and Dad, my DI is really nice to me and takes good care of me."

The real deal---I don't think I remember "how many WAYS he hit me!"

My DI even through me down two flights of stairs for not saying, "By your leave sir." Yes, I got it right after that. LOL

[richgitz]

I can't even think of how many. My DI's gave everybody their
fair share, and I mean everybody. Fom the Rifle Range on they
lighten up, but did a major F***-UP they came down on you
like a bunch of Buzzards infor the kill. they sure had a way of
making you understand what was expected of you.

[mrbsox]

Inspection before hitting the rack standing tall with belt around our necks, and brass in hand one night. Forgot to wash my web belt and shine the brass.

Why isn't your belt wash Fkstick?

Sir, the private (little "p") forgot, Sir

Get on my quarterdeck, with the belt, and just Fkn BEGIN.

After he got thru inspecting the rest of the platoon, about 2,000 bends and muthers later

Get in my Hooch

Following him thru the hatch, I caught it square in the mouth, while he was twisting the belt around my neck.

You FORGOT !!! What happens if I forget to let go? What happens if I forget to order your ammo? What arre you gonna do then??? I'll tell you what your gonna do. Your gonna Fkn DIE. Now quit LEAKING all over my deck, and get cleaned up.

richgitz...... no doubt about it. I knew what was expected.

And I think it scared the Sh!t outta him, when I was wearing those same skivvies, with blood stains, during a Company Commanders 'hygene' inspection. I lied to the C.O. about the blood, and NEVER forgot, that OTHERS depend on what I do.

Semper Fi

Terry

[Kalbo]

My Junior Di..

One night we were standing in formation on wonderful Paradise Island. It was pitch black, and I thought there was no way any of the DIs could see me. Along comes your friend and mine, the sand flea. Well, I decided this one was going pay. I got it and my JDI go me in the gut... Still don't know how he saw me in the dark. That was my first and last attempt at decreasing the sand flea population.

SF Kalbo

[Art Petersn]

I went aboard PI on Oct. 30, 1955.

It was common practice for the DI to use the swagger stick on recruits. If things didn't go right durning the day we had thumpt call before lights out. This was done by the section leader. The section leader was picked by the DI.

In April 1956 a staff Sgt. named MeKeon led a discipinary march into Ribbon Creek that took the lives of six recruits. In the next 10 months there was a revolution in Marine Corps training. It was a revolution aimed at rooting out the abuse of recruits, while attempting to retain the same high standards in the training.
What it accomplished was a matter of intense controversy in the Marine Corp.

The men who left PI after this problably were in better physical shape than ever before. But whether they were men emtionally ready for their job as professional killers was debated. And whether all the abuse could ever be eliminated was questioned.

I believe the Marines that came out of recurit training after the changes were put into place have proved that there really was no difference as long as the training was kept at the highest leveals.

[Lock-n-Load]

My Boot platoon was victimized by punches to the head, backanders and elbows to the gut whenever a jr/DI felt like it...our Senior DI was the good Marine image...we all learned more rapidily from corporal punishment...while snapping in on the Rifle Range...I was doing the sitting position very well as I was a slender 150 lbs...from outta the blue comes this Rifle Coach, and he sits on the back of my shoulders saying, "You can get lower, much lower"...my nose is about 2 inches outta the sand and my windpipe is totally shut off...this Mexican-American Marine Sgt continues to sit on me ...he goes at least 180 lbs [a big grease-ball]..I'm silently paralyzed by his weight and seeing black and just about out of breath, and I can't even go down fighting...FINALLY...the SOB finally gets off my back and kicks me in the kidney...he said something, I couldn't make it out as I gulped bigtime to suck air into my lungs,and I suffered in silence..to this day, I hate all Mexican males. Gung-F-Ho...SSGT CHRIS SARNO-USMC FMF :

[CPLRapoza]

Every time we did rifle mannual somebody got it, and I'm not talking about getting hit with the rifle either. Take me for example, I could never pull that Garsh daarn charging handle to the rear. My SDI seen I was haveinga problem so calls for the heavy to go get his wrapps. My SDI was a boxer, so he liked to wrap his hands before punching you. He would walk ight up to you and out of no where, BAMM, BAMM, BAMM. Three in the chest, and he would keep doing it until you got it right. After that I never had a problem again.

[DSchmitke]

Oh yes and it happen so quick too.

[Super Dave]

Yea, i got popped a couple of times, it's part of the training and should stay there!!

[GunnerMike]

I'm not sure as to the reasons why, but my platoon had one (01)Senior Drill Instructor and three (03) Junior Drill Instructors. I received proper positive and negative reinforcement of lessons, ideals, and duties that a Marine recruit should have burned into memory.
Did I ever get struck? Hmmmmmm......I do remember having the imprint of a dogtag in the middle of my sternum for several days.

[Lock-n-Load]

What's the liberty like in a Communist Country??...fill us in on it, will ya??...what's the rate for a short-time or overnite long-time...always intrigued by Oriental gals...is it clean or a dump...miss those "culture exchanges" in the Orient...enjoy yourself, Marine. Semper Fi