CadetNewb
Well-Known Member
Nepleslian basic training was the stuff of legend.
Here, it was one of the few instances where the movie industry was actually accurate with its portrayals. The training by itself was exhausting, but it went much further than that - it was all about breaking a person, and making them into the raw scrap needed to build a powerful, reliable military machine. This meant stripping a person of human dignity. Most people wouldn't realize it, but eating when the Marines told you to, wearing what the Marines told you to, sleeping and even shitting when the Marines told you to was in and of itself completely and utterly degrading. The fact was that all independence and individual thinking was stripped away. It went hand in hand with the harsh basic training that would have them all understand the fundamentals of being a marine. But on top of all this?
Drill Instructors. They yelled, and yelled with the precision of an orbital strike aimed at the crotch. And one was yelling right now.
"BOOTS! UP! NOW!" a massive, seven and a half foot tall giant roared. Powerful and muscular, he could have easily pulled people straight out of their bunks with his meaty hands, but kept right on at it, yelling directly into some people's ears as the Klaxons blared. They only came near to drowning out the Drill Sergeant's bellowing voice. Nearly. The entire ship they were training in was practically turned upside down as the trainees, dirt tired from the previous field exercise, began to rise. All around their barracks, they could see, hear and even feel the real, actual crew of the ship burst to life to take their stations.
"THIS ISN'T SOME KIDDY GRADE DRILL! YOU'RE ALL BEING SENT STRAIGHT TO HELL, SO SOUND OFF!"
It was an eventful third week.
Here, it was one of the few instances where the movie industry was actually accurate with its portrayals. The training by itself was exhausting, but it went much further than that - it was all about breaking a person, and making them into the raw scrap needed to build a powerful, reliable military machine. This meant stripping a person of human dignity. Most people wouldn't realize it, but eating when the Marines told you to, wearing what the Marines told you to, sleeping and even shitting when the Marines told you to was in and of itself completely and utterly degrading. The fact was that all independence and individual thinking was stripped away. It went hand in hand with the harsh basic training that would have them all understand the fundamentals of being a marine. But on top of all this?
Drill Instructors. They yelled, and yelled with the precision of an orbital strike aimed at the crotch. And one was yelling right now.
"BOOTS! UP! NOW!" a massive, seven and a half foot tall giant roared. Powerful and muscular, he could have easily pulled people straight out of their bunks with his meaty hands, but kept right on at it, yelling directly into some people's ears as the Klaxons blared. They only came near to drowning out the Drill Sergeant's bellowing voice. Nearly. The entire ship they were training in was practically turned upside down as the trainees, dirt tired from the previous field exercise, began to rise. All around their barracks, they could see, hear and even feel the real, actual crew of the ship burst to life to take their stations.
"THIS ISN'T SOME KIDDY GRADE DRILL! YOU'RE ALL BEING SENT STRAIGHT TO HELL, SO SOUND OFF!"
It was an eventful third week.