My Super Human
I wanted to share the letter below because I think it is touching & it makes me, as a DI wife, so proud. It was written by a recruit from the first platoon Bryan worked with as a Drill Instructor, earlier this year. This recruit noticed the dedication of his DIs and the sacrifices they make in order to make Marines. He wrote this letter during boot camp during his free time, and after graduation he sent it to his Senior DI who shared it with us.
The Epitome of the Corps
The United States Marine Corps has long been recognized as the most feared fighting force in the world. The mental fortitude and unrelenting physical endurance displayed by its members has carved a shelf in the annals of history, and to this day instills prides and awe in the hearts of Americans.
Essentially, the Drill Instructor will both eat and sleep about half as much as the recruits he trains and far exceeds any comparison to the average man, making the Drill Instructor seem superhuman (which he just may be).
How does he stay driven? How does he stay focused? How does he stay awake? (He doesn’t always but he is allowed a slip or two). The answer is simple: Pure, deep selfless commitment to the Corps.
As recruits we understand the awesome things that these men do, we observe and, in time, recognize respect, and even love the training they put us through, because we understand that they have given so much more; having already given much, they knowingly make a conscious effort, a conscious decision to sacrifice more, and through it all remain upright, showing no pain, but discipline. These men who make us warriors, the Drill Instructors who make us men, are the standards which we will use to base our conduct and service in the Corps.
Some will never understand, but those of us who do, who have seen recruits struggle to walk five miles with a seventy pound pack and seen Drill Instructors wearing that same pack, run back and forth, pushing their recruits to finish, or who have seen tired recruits fall back on runs and seen exhausted Drill Instructors finish and turn back to egg their recruits on, or who have seen a recruit fall sobbing on the Reaper, claiming he could not finish, only to have a Drill Instructor, already carrying eight rifles on his arm, grab the recruit by the should straps and drag him to the crest of the hill, all the while screaming at the others to “suck it up” and to “move faster”- those of us who have seen these things, who have heard that dedication and felt that commitment, we understand, even if not entirely. We honor and we respect those men who devote their service, who devoted their lives to the future of the Corps- to each of us.
As recruits many believe that their dues are paid and their respects manifested once they cross the deck of the grinder and earn that Eagle, Globe and Anchor. Most of us however, know that we can never truly pay the debt owed to those men who make the Corps. The best we can do is to attempt to emulate that perfect devotion through our own hard work and sacrifice, and through continued adherence to those values they instilled in us. We salute the men (and women) who train us, who make us, and hope our efforts inspire all, both military and civilian, to do the same, for we know that our Drill Instructors stand for everything we are. They are the epitome of the Corps.
Platoon 1002 Alpha Co. 070330


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