Fear and Loathing In the U.S.M.C. Part 2 | Brainwashed in the Corps | iHateTheUSMC
Written by PunkJohnnyCash on Jul 9, 2010 "FIVE! FOUR! TWO! ONE! STOP! You're done! Get your nasty hands off!" The drill instructor belted out in his guttural scratchy faux voice. "I said you're done!" He screamed as he got into a recruits face. Everyone was frozen. "Get On Line!" The recruits left their ALICE packs lay and jumped to attention on the little yellow lines painted on the concrete ground in front the racks. "Sir, Yes Sir!" the recruits chanted in unison. The drill instructor continued to berate the recruit, spit flying in his face and finger extended barely an inch from his eyeball. Fatigued and thrown into chaos the recruits listened to the drill instructor belittle every action they had made. The drill instructor would have them dump everything out of their ALICE packs and start the impossible task again while he counted down. This task would be repeated over and over until the recruits understood they were incompetent. That was not a one time occurrence. It became