i can't understand a word they say!


DOW-FOW-TROW-LE'AR-AR-FAR YAR-LAR-FAR-TAR...

YAR-LARF-SHAR'AR-HAR!
YAR-RIF-SHAR'AR-HAR!
OROR-HAR!

can you understand this?
is this a form of communication or just a form of intimidation?

Yes.

Yuuuup, hudle-up, ya hudle-up, ya hudle-up, plaaaatooon......huuuuulllt.

Chrystal Clear, Physical training (PT count) for the first phrase and Drill & Cerimony (D&C cadence count) for the second. Do I win a prize????????

HEll YES sweet heart.
you get to drop on your face and give me twenty five!

WOOHOO !!!!!!!! Er Um  I mean HU RAH!!!!!!!!!

Whatever happened to Jody??

Jody this and Jody that...

You know, I never had trouble understanding my DIs, even when Drill Sgt. Chenchola threatened to "reep your leeeps off". Ahh, the fond memories.

Jody and my ex-girlfriend are happily living in hell right now, thanks for asking......

[in Jamaician accent][b]Private!  
Git cher goat smell'in ass in da front lean'in rest position!
Count oof!  
HON TOO TREE...[/b]ONE DRILL SGT!  [b]HON TOO TREE....[/b]TWO DRILL SGT!


Goat smell'in ass?!?!  what have you been sniff'in drill Sgt?!?!

[insert R. Lee Ermey]
[b]Private, what the hell are you doing walking on my freshly mowed grass?!?!?![/b]

AINT NO FRIGGIN STINKIN WAY I GOT RECRUITS TAKING THEIR TIME WHILE MARINES ARE DYIN, AINT NO DAMN WAY.

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OH SHIT OH GODDAMN OH FUCK OH...PRIVATE!!!

WHATTHEFUCKINGGODDAMNHELLAREYOUDOING...PRIVATE?!?

THAT'S NOT THE WAY I TAUGHT YOU YOU NINTENDO-PLAYING, MICHAEL JACKSON RAP FUCKING MUSIC LOVING, PEPSI DRINKING, GODDAMN OXYGEN THIEVING, SORRY SHITBAG EXCUSE FOR SOLDIER!!!

GET DOWN, GET DOWN, OH GODDAMNIT, GET DOWN!!!

PRIVATE, YOU ARE AS WRONG AS TWO BOYS FUCKING!

Flashback, circa 1990, Ft. Benning, GA.  Thank you Drill Sergeant M. Roundtree for making me a soldier.  I think.

True story..
I enlisted in 1986. Before leaving to be a good Harmony Church boy my Dad was laughing at me and shaking his head.
Dad:"Heh heh. Ya know how you like to lay in bed son? Well the Drill Sergeants won't be gently shaking your shoulder and quietly telling you to wake up. They are going to knock you out of that bunk. Heh heh heh. You really screwed up son."

Four weeks later...
I had had a case of chicken pox to go with the case of pneumonia my entire platoon in D-9-2 had gotten. I had felt like death for two weeks, buit had soldiered on like the good little brainwashed horse's ass I had become. No sick call for me. One morning I was so worn out from being sick I just didn't wake up when the lights came on and the screaming started.

I awoke to Drill Sergeant Price gently shaking my shoulder and quietly saying,"Ash, Ash. Time to get up son. It's morning."
Me:"Oh. OK Drill Sergeant."

He then began screaming at everyone who hadn't been slacking off to get the fuck going.

Sometimes I think my life is one long mindfuck.

Jesus... you guys got the good boot camp!  The Navy guy I had  (MM1 Zermino) wasn't even allowed to curse at us... I was kind of bummed out. The whole Gunny Hartman thing just motivates me.  

Zermino PT'd the sh*t out of us, though.

My understanding is that the USMC has hired George Carlin as a consultant to come up with a list of words that D.I.s will not be allowed to use in the future.  Oh, and they are making D.I.s watch Tony Robbins motivational videos to develop ways of motivating new boots.  [:D]