Woke Politics Destroyed the Marine Corps I Knew
When I signed up for the Marines in ’78, I had no clue what I was getting into. I just wanted to get out of my hometown. After a few minutes at bootcamp, I wanted to go back.
It was too late.
There was only way out now: 13 weeks through a humid, swampy, mosquito-infested chunk of Hell at Parris Island, S.C. – a God-forsaken place where tidal salt marshes breed habitats of pestiferous biting flies. The worst? Blood-sucking sand fleas.
Around 1 a.m., the bus carrying about 60 of us parked beside a platoon of yellow footprints at the recruit depot. We had barely stopped before a drill instructor (DI) stormed the bus. Outside, a squad of DIs prowled the footprints like a pack of pit bulls. We were hungry, sleep-deprived, and now – terrified.
Fear is the recruit’s first welcome to the Corps. Not because of some dumb DI power trip. Fear is serious business. It’s an ever-present reality in the superhuman dangers of war that must be cloned in a controlled environment so recruits learn how to deal with it. War requires you to act quickly, think clearly, and perform high-level physical feats despite the presence of extreme fear, extreme confusion, extreme chaos, and the specter of death.
So DIs would overload us with mental, emotional, and physical challenges to dig into what we were really made of. They had to. We were looking to be the best at Earth’s most brutal profession. Step One was to survive the time-worn crucible that forged some of history’s most lethal fighters. Beneath the DI’s bark was a dead serious mission: to find recruits with the “raw steel” that could be shaped into the kind of mettle that endures the maddening ferocities of war.
Woke Politics Destroyed the Marine Corps I Knew