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I know you liked mount mother humper

I climbed old Smokey in the sun and ran down it in the rain. - LOL

I remember the permanent score boards with the scores chalked in. In my area it was the Marines-2, Rattlesnakes-4.

Just a "gentle" reminder to keep our eyes opened for those big rattlesnakes that made Camp Pendelton their home.

I didn't want to find out what caliber their fangs were! - LOL
 
I climbed old Smokey in the sun and ran down it in the rain. - LOL

I remember the permanent score boards with the scores chalked in. In my area it was the Marines-2, Rattlesnakes-4.

Just a "gentle" reminder to keep our eyes opened for those big rattlesnakes that made Camp Pendelton their home.

I didn't want to find out what caliber their fangs were! - LOL
Mother humper = Ole smokey
 
I climbed old Smokey in the sun and ran down it in the rain. - LOL

I remember the permanent score boards with the scores chalked in. In my area it was the Marines-2, Rattlesnakes-4.

Just a "gentle" reminder to keep our eyes opened for those big rattlesnakes that made Camp Pendelton their home.

I didn't want to find out what caliber their fangs were! - LOL
Did your PMI’s shoot the heads off of groundhogs during rifle training? Lol
 
Had to do a lot of growing up in there and really quick
I can only tell you that being the only Jewish guy in my bootcamp platoon was "interesting". I'll just give you one example:

It was nearing the end of boot camp, and we were getting ready for the "Big" inspection that was going to be handled by our Officers. You know the one where you are at "present arms" and the Officer is going to snatch that M-14 out of your hands for inspection?

While preparing for that inspection I was in the "office" cleaning all the DI's gear, since I was the "house mouse" (Company Clerk in case they had quit using that term when you were in). One of the other platoons Head DI didn't like me and called out my name, which was "The Irishman" (given to me because they weren't allowed to call me a dirty Jew, but that's another story).

The entire group of DIs fell silent, and this Sergeant walked over to me and asked - "Where were you when Hitler was around?"

I said to myself, be military be smart and be winner, so I answered:

"Sir, the Private was smarter than Hitler and fought a delaying action by waiting until after the war before he was born - Sir". The Quonset hut holding all the DIs from all four competing platoons broke out in laughter. I thought - wow, I just dodged that bullet, then I saw that DI, Seargent King, coming at me. His face was beet red, and I knew I was going to be in deep doo-doo in a few seconds.

My DI got between me and Sargent King and said, "You asked him, and he told you, now you leave my TURD alone!" (TURD, an anacronym for Troop Under Recruit Discipline, or so we were told) - LOL

Then a week later I messed up some paperwork and my DI "Cold ****ed" me. I guess he really didn't play favorites. - LOL

As I re-read this post, I realized that it may provide some insight as to why some of my post come out the way they do. - LOL
 
Did your PMI’s shoot the heads off of groundhogs during rifle training? Lol

We didn't have any ground hogs at Edson range.

We were trained to keep our heads down when we were pulling targets in the Butts.

Apparently during WW II a recruit who was the son of a prominent newspaper reporter stuck his head up to see what was taking so long at the firing line. The bullet hit him in the head, and he died instantly.

They didn't have to tell me twice!
 
I can only tell you that being the only Jewish guy in my bootcamp platoon was "interesting". I'll just give you one example:

It was nearing the end of boot camp, and we were getting ready for the "Big" inspection that was going to be handled by our Officers. You know the one where you are at "present arms" and the Officer is going to snatch that M-14 out of your hands for inspection?

While preparing for that inspection I was in the "office" cleaning all the DI's gear, since I was the "house mouse" (Company Clerk in case they had quit using that term when you were in). One of the other platoons Head DI didn't like me and called out my name, which was "The Irishman" (given to me because they weren't allowed to call me a dirty Jew, but that's another story).

The entire group of DIs fell silent, and this Sergeant walked over to me and asked - "Where were you when Hitler was around?"

I said to myself, be military be smart and be winner, so I answered:

"Sir, the Private was smarter than Hitler and fought a delaying action by waiting until after the war before he was born - Sir". The Quonset hut holding all the DIs from all four competing platoons broke out in laughter. I thought - wow, I just dodged that bullet, then I saw that DI, Seargent King, coming at me. His face was beet red, and I knew I was going to be in deep doo-doo in a few seconds.

My DI got between me and Sargent King and said, "You asked him, and he told you, now you leave my TURD alone!" (TURD, an anacronym for Troop Under Recruit Discipline, or so we were told) - LOL

Then a week later I messed up some paperwork and my DI "Cold ****ed" me. I guess he really didn't play favorites. - LOL

As I re-read this post, I realized that it may provide some insight as to why some of my post come out the way they do. - LOL
My best story in basic was when we picked up a guy, about 2-3 weeks into the cycle, from PCP (Physical Conditioning Platoon… aka Pork Chop Platoon) this poor guys recruiter sent him to basic about 50lbs overweight. He had apparently already lost about 50 pounds before getting to basic. He was with PCP for about 6 months and had dropped the 50 pounds needed to join a platoon. His first day there we were doing hygiene inspection. Our DI is doing his facing movements in front of us recruits while we stood in front of our foot lockers. This new recruit was right across the DI Highway from me. He had lost so much weight in such a short period of time that he had all this loose skin hanging off of him. The DI faces him… all I see is the back of his Smokey look up, look down, look back up at the kids face. They he yells out “What in the “F” is that… (proceeds to grab the guys low hanging stomach and shakes it) “WTF IS THIS!!??”

The DI leaves quickly and walked over to the other platoons and grabbed their DI’s. They came back in and for the next 15 minutes berated him. Asking him how he allowed himself to get so nasty. One DI said, “If you don’t die in basic, and become a Marine, when you get out to the fleet, tell one of them Navy head shrinkers that all this flab makes you depressed or something and maybe they’ll cut it off for you.”

The stuff they said to that kid was horrific… and funny at the same time.
 
We didn't have any ground hogs at Edson range.

We were trained to keep our heads down when we were pulling targets in the Butts.

Apparently during WW II a recruit who was the son of a prominent newspaper reporter stuck his head up to see what was taking so long at the firing line. The bullet hit him in the head, and he died instantly.

They didn't have to tell me twice!
Thx to God I didn't get the house mouses job... I just wanted to dissappear in a platoon of 72
 
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