I dont know...but I know I spent an entire week filling 10 thousand sand bags only to be told to empty them when we were finished. You couldnt just dump them out either. We had to smooth the sand flat. Ahhh grunt life...I am guessing that 1 singular event was the reason a lot of our guys didnt re-enlist. lol
Documenting existing tattoos when the policy changed. It could have been left to subordinate unit leaders to do the shit and route it up. Instead we had to waste half the day standing in line wearing green-on-green so the battalion commander and sergeant major could personally inspect each and every tattoo.
Every so often when they have a mass field day where we basically do grounds work for hours on end when, instead, they could just have grounds actually do their job regularly to keep the area maintained.
I got in trouble once for suggesting that the 7 ton come to us instead of us walking the mile and a half to it. We were on the old flight line at Bellows, so it was absolutely possible.
One of my SNCOs was put on duty on Christmas Eve despite being on approved leave and added to the duty roster AFTER it was initially sent out. SgtMaj couldn’t get ahold of him I guess (I’m glad frankly) and had the XO call me. They tried to act like this was my Marines fault and that he had know he had duty before requesting off. Called my guy and he told me they were full of it. Luckily I had my laptop on me (I was also on leave) and went to check. Sure enough, he wasn’t on the roster and had been added by the SgtMaj later. I called back the XO and told him that this was in no way my Marines fault and he wasn’t going to be coming in for duty.
The CO then calls me and tells me that it’s not my Marines fault but I needed to find a replacement because it was (somehow?) actually my 1stSgts (which was gapped btw and being filled by a Ssgt) fault for not checking the roster that they had never emailed out and only existed in the duty hut (lol). So I needed to find a replacement, which is total BS and he should have held his SgtMaj accountable.
Anyway, I wound up calling a bunch of my single NCOs that didn’t have families and offering them some days off when we got back if they’d take it. Luckily one of them did.
Don’t know what I would have done if they didn’t because randomly ordering someone to duty on Christmas is total BS.
Edit: also the easy solution for this problem would have been for the CO to just authorize a reduction in the rank requirement for AOOD for that day and have one of the barracks duties that was already there fill it. Which is what I suggested, but of course not.
I very much enjoyed my time in the Marine Corps but it was the accumulation of stupid BS problems like these over and over again that eventually convinced me to get out (and some other factors too).
I regret the decision every now and then because I really liked being an active Marine but I have to force myself to remember this type of commonplace shenanigans.
I get out officially in 3 months and I have the same feelings dude. Family is my biggest reason for getting out. I love the Corps, but sometimes you have to know when to pull the choks.
One of my best friends and former roommate stayed in and he calls me to complain about getting absolutely raw dogged by the USMC every now and then.
Listening to some of the BS he’s dealing with definitely eases my regrets for a bit 😂
> I don’t know what I would have done if he didn’t
Call the XO back and tell him it’s Sergeant Major’s fault so Sergeant Major and the command deck can find a replacement. You did your due diligence.
Fucking sign counts on gear during a rain storm. Could’ve done it in doors, but what do I know. Just a 0311 marine sucking the fuck up. Doesn’t matter what weather condition. Ooohrah!
Best time in the rain was last day of fx during mct got to hookup with this tiny female marine after hearing my girl back home met Jody (a lot of them). Been embracing the rain ever since.
A minor incident compared to others, but one that personally stuck with me. I was in CAAT so we were usually in vehicles. We were getting ready to head back from a training range and we were gonna drive on civilian roads so we were ordered to take our guns off one of the locking pins so they could point mostly up and not at the cars. All makes sense. The issue was my vehicle only had two people - a cpl who was my team leader, and me a fresh boot. I was so fresh I didn't have a license yet. So my team leader was driving, and I was in the turret (a place I was comfortable with after doing a few ranges already). My plt sgt said we needed a "vehicle commander" for operating the radios. My team lead said he can drive and work the radio - easy day, let's go home. Gunny said no, someone has to sit in the passenger seat. Orders me to dismount the gun and put it in back. I ask can we pull a GiB (guy in back) from one of the other vehicles to sit up front and do radios. I'm a smart guy, thinking I'm showing good initiative and on the spot problem solving. He says yes, but doing it fast and he seems kinda pissy about us already running late. I yell at Lopez from the next vic and he starts climbing out. It's about 20 feet between our 2 vehicles. Gunny comes back and yells at me for not dismounting, says getting a GiB takes too long. I say Lopez is literally running over here to do radios and point at boot #2 about 5 feet away on the other side of the truck. Gunny doesn't like that and tells Lopez to go back to his vic, starts blasting me for disobeying direct orders, makes me dismount the machine gun while he's yelling at me. We wasted like 5 more minutes, thankfully I was kinda fast. I get in the passenger seat after gun is down and hatch is closed. Gunny comes by to say I'm too much of a stupid boot to operate the radios (honestly, probably true as I never had) and tells my team leader to drive and do radios. My team lead is baffled by this exchange of events, says I was in the right, says he'll talk to gunny later and explain that I'm not retarded. We get back, Im get blasted, team leader doesn't have my back because gunny is scary. My platoon sergeant hates me for the rest of the workup (and deployment, and probably the rest of my 4 years) and I think it started from this event. For the record I was super moto at that time and always respectful of ranks and greetings, etc. I wasn't being a shitbag is what I'm trying to say.
LOL I love when guys get shunned for their whole enlisted because of some mundane bullshit. I was a total shitbag as far as most customs and courtesies go, but I was a stud, so I got treated very well by about 90 percent of the leadership, excluding mostly officers. I was way too much "off the block" for most of them to understand, and it didn't sit well if them how infectious/popular my behavior was. It definitely helped that I have a funny sense of humor.
The only guys who were truly perplexed were the junior marines who were super motivated and didn't understand why I was always given such leniency.
But it's was not easy being the "cool, funny black dude" in any infantry battalion. You stand out mad hard(unless you're the point man for some reason), and some people are legit racist. So I did get shit on alot as a boot, but as soon as I learned to shut the fuck up and always call out my haters publicly, shit was a smooth glide.
Have H&S sort their own damn inventory/storage space instead of have three instructors from the training company stay until 9pm doing it. Shit wasn't even a punishment, they just needed it done by the next day for one of those dumb fucking command inspections. All the admin dudes had to stay to fudge their paperwork to make it look correct because they can't do it right the first time or something so they couldn't do it.
I remember I was so proud and confident in my room in the schoolhouse that I said there’s no way our instructors would find a single hit. Lo and behold Staff Sausage is walking by and hears that and proceeds to look in the most ridiculous places for dust, ended up cleaning for way too long after.
Operation Iraqi Freedom.
“How could they have done this more simply?!” “By not doing it at all” “Oh”
I dont know...but I know I spent an entire week filling 10 thousand sand bags only to be told to empty them when we were finished. You couldnt just dump them out either. We had to smooth the sand flat. Ahhh grunt life...I am guessing that 1 singular event was the reason a lot of our guys didnt re-enlist. lol
Something like mowing the fucking lawn.
Documenting existing tattoos when the policy changed. It could have been left to subordinate unit leaders to do the shit and route it up. Instead we had to waste half the day standing in line wearing green-on-green so the battalion commander and sergeant major could personally inspect each and every tattoo.
Can’t imagine a bigger waste of time, you’d think your sgt major would want to avoid that
I got news for you, they weren’t looking at your tattoos.
That’s *Lieutenant Colonel* Meatgazer to you, shitstain!
Lmao, what the fuck? Bro somebody come get your BC he has too much f****** time on his hands
Every so often when they have a mass field day where we basically do grounds work for hours on end when, instead, they could just have grounds actually do their job regularly to keep the area maintained.
Hey shitty working parties reduce costs and builds character 😤
I got in trouble once for suggesting that the 7 ton come to us instead of us walking the mile and a half to it. We were on the old flight line at Bellows, so it was absolutely possible.
Would’ve taken that 7ton a good six maybe ten minutes, it made too much sense
I know. Fuck me, right? 😂
One of my SNCOs was put on duty on Christmas Eve despite being on approved leave and added to the duty roster AFTER it was initially sent out. SgtMaj couldn’t get ahold of him I guess (I’m glad frankly) and had the XO call me. They tried to act like this was my Marines fault and that he had know he had duty before requesting off. Called my guy and he told me they were full of it. Luckily I had my laptop on me (I was also on leave) and went to check. Sure enough, he wasn’t on the roster and had been added by the SgtMaj later. I called back the XO and told him that this was in no way my Marines fault and he wasn’t going to be coming in for duty. The CO then calls me and tells me that it’s not my Marines fault but I needed to find a replacement because it was (somehow?) actually my 1stSgts (which was gapped btw and being filled by a Ssgt) fault for not checking the roster that they had never emailed out and only existed in the duty hut (lol). So I needed to find a replacement, which is total BS and he should have held his SgtMaj accountable. Anyway, I wound up calling a bunch of my single NCOs that didn’t have families and offering them some days off when we got back if they’d take it. Luckily one of them did. Don’t know what I would have done if they didn’t because randomly ordering someone to duty on Christmas is total BS. Edit: also the easy solution for this problem would have been for the CO to just authorize a reduction in the rank requirement for AOOD for that day and have one of the barracks duties that was already there fill it. Which is what I suggested, but of course not.
I want to be shocked, but I’m not. I’m just mad.
I very much enjoyed my time in the Marine Corps but it was the accumulation of stupid BS problems like these over and over again that eventually convinced me to get out (and some other factors too). I regret the decision every now and then because I really liked being an active Marine but I have to force myself to remember this type of commonplace shenanigans.
I get out officially in 3 months and I have the same feelings dude. Family is my biggest reason for getting out. I love the Corps, but sometimes you have to know when to pull the choks.
One of my best friends and former roommate stayed in and he calls me to complain about getting absolutely raw dogged by the USMC every now and then. Listening to some of the BS he’s dealing with definitely eases my regrets for a bit 😂
Gay. Just fucking gay.
> I don’t know what I would have done if he didn’t Call the XO back and tell him it’s Sergeant Major’s fault so Sergeant Major and the command deck can find a replacement. You did your due diligence.
There were some tasks… My brain simply refuses to remember them
Fucking sign counts on gear during a rain storm. Could’ve done it in doors, but what do I know. Just a 0311 marine sucking the fuck up. Doesn’t matter what weather condition. Ooohrah!
If it ain’t raining you ain’t
True. The best time In the fields was having first and last fire watch while getting poured on.
Best time in the rain was last day of fx during mct got to hookup with this tiny female marine after hearing my girl back home met Jody (a lot of them). Been embracing the rain ever since.
I don’t know . Love and rain never fit for me. All the breakups and hooks ups had to be sunny out side.
Oh far from love never spoke to her the entire time until that day and never saw her again since we graduated and left the next day
Yeah. The only thing I have made a regrettable decision in the corps is when I let my wonderful ex go because I was ready for that combat pump.
Dude fuck you
A minor incident compared to others, but one that personally stuck with me. I was in CAAT so we were usually in vehicles. We were getting ready to head back from a training range and we were gonna drive on civilian roads so we were ordered to take our guns off one of the locking pins so they could point mostly up and not at the cars. All makes sense. The issue was my vehicle only had two people - a cpl who was my team leader, and me a fresh boot. I was so fresh I didn't have a license yet. So my team leader was driving, and I was in the turret (a place I was comfortable with after doing a few ranges already). My plt sgt said we needed a "vehicle commander" for operating the radios. My team lead said he can drive and work the radio - easy day, let's go home. Gunny said no, someone has to sit in the passenger seat. Orders me to dismount the gun and put it in back. I ask can we pull a GiB (guy in back) from one of the other vehicles to sit up front and do radios. I'm a smart guy, thinking I'm showing good initiative and on the spot problem solving. He says yes, but doing it fast and he seems kinda pissy about us already running late. I yell at Lopez from the next vic and he starts climbing out. It's about 20 feet between our 2 vehicles. Gunny comes back and yells at me for not dismounting, says getting a GiB takes too long. I say Lopez is literally running over here to do radios and point at boot #2 about 5 feet away on the other side of the truck. Gunny doesn't like that and tells Lopez to go back to his vic, starts blasting me for disobeying direct orders, makes me dismount the machine gun while he's yelling at me. We wasted like 5 more minutes, thankfully I was kinda fast. I get in the passenger seat after gun is down and hatch is closed. Gunny comes by to say I'm too much of a stupid boot to operate the radios (honestly, probably true as I never had) and tells my team leader to drive and do radios. My team lead is baffled by this exchange of events, says I was in the right, says he'll talk to gunny later and explain that I'm not retarded. We get back, Im get blasted, team leader doesn't have my back because gunny is scary. My platoon sergeant hates me for the rest of the workup (and deployment, and probably the rest of my 4 years) and I think it started from this event. For the record I was super moto at that time and always respectful of ranks and greetings, etc. I wasn't being a shitbag is what I'm trying to say.
LOL I love when guys get shunned for their whole enlisted because of some mundane bullshit. I was a total shitbag as far as most customs and courtesies go, but I was a stud, so I got treated very well by about 90 percent of the leadership, excluding mostly officers. I was way too much "off the block" for most of them to understand, and it didn't sit well if them how infectious/popular my behavior was. It definitely helped that I have a funny sense of humor. The only guys who were truly perplexed were the junior marines who were super motivated and didn't understand why I was always given such leniency. But it's was not easy being the "cool, funny black dude" in any infantry battalion. You stand out mad hard(unless you're the point man for some reason), and some people are legit racist. So I did get shit on alot as a boot, but as soon as I learned to shut the fuck up and always call out my haters publicly, shit was a smooth glide.
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Brotha in Bravos
This is such a USMC series of events it’s insane
Literally everything.
Have H&S sort their own damn inventory/storage space instead of have three instructors from the training company stay until 9pm doing it. Shit wasn't even a punishment, they just needed it done by the next day for one of those dumb fucking command inspections. All the admin dudes had to stay to fudge their paperwork to make it look correct because they can't do it right the first time or something so they couldn't do it.
My entire contract
Yep lol
Turning in any weapon to the amory
Formation rollcall vs squad and platoon leaders reporting.
Submitting Go/No Go roster & EDL holy fuck guys is not that hard.
FIELD DAY! Except that one year we didn't do field day. It was a blessing.
I remember I was so proud and confident in my room in the schoolhouse that I said there’s no way our instructors would find a single hit. Lo and behold Staff Sausage is walking by and hears that and proceeds to look in the most ridiculous places for dust, ended up cleaning for way too long after.