| My brother went to Marine bootcamp with a mohawk, rolled up jeans, a white sweatshirt with a Great Britian flag, and red converse high tops. When he came running off the bus the DI's had a heyday with him for about 7 hours. They took him around and "introduced" him to every DI they could find. When they paraded him over to the chow hall every other recruit already had their hair cut and were wearing the issue gray sweatshirt and cammie bottoms. Well there's my brother (still in his aforementioned outfit) at the head of the 90 man mob and when they arrived at the chow hall the DI's yelled "get up here indian" (indian because of the mohawk) opened the door and kicked him in. The entire chow hall (about 500 recruits, cooks, and DI's) came to a halt like in a bar when the music screeches to a stop, and all the DI's swarmed him to let him know what a "freak" he was. That day was miserable but he is still in 23 years later and it makes for a great sea story. I asked him what they should wear and he said "pick one new appointee and make them a sacrificial lamb so you will all have stories for the rest of the year." |