Platoon 1032 12 February 1992 - 30 April 1993 |
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Battalion Commander - Lieutenant Colonel H. Jones |
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| Battalion Executive Officer - Major G. Vaughan | |||
| Battalion Sergeant Major - Sergeant Major R. Burns | |||
| Company Commander - Captain M. W. Melero | |||
| Series Commander - Captain A. Blanca | |||
| Company First Sergeant - Master Sergeant J. Palkowski | |||
| Series Gunnery Sergeant - Gunnery Sergeant M. Clifton | |||
| Senior Drill Instructor - Gunnery Sergeant D. G. Ebenal | |||
| Drill Instructor - Gunnery Sergeant J. B. Knight | |||
| Drill Instructor - Staff Sergeant F. W. Masterson | |||
| Drill Instructor - H. J. Callahan | |||
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think it started in receiving, but it started long before, it started with a dream outside
a recruiter's door. And then came the day we all tried not to cry, we hugged out mom's and girlfriends and said that last goodbye. When we hit the airport we were in a state of shock, it was time to realize we were not back on the block. First there was receiving, staying awake til you're insane, but that didn't compare to that penicilin shot's sharp pain. Forming station was next,just one more step in our climb, then we met out DIs, "Scuz brush, bulkhead, TOO SLOW, Get back on Line!". First Phase was classes and testing, something we had to get through, Broyles always sleeping and Haorwas snoring , too. Second Phase we took the range and a little break from drill, thanks to PMI Sergeant Gabbard who taught us "One Shot, One Kill". We lucked out and got Maintenance and with that were fat and happy, the other platoons for mess duty, our senior was very crafty. And on to BWT, MREs were finger lickin, but all we ever got for evening chow was chicken, chicken, chicken, High crawl, low crawl and back crawl too, step it out, "Ring, Ring" was all we ever knew. Now it's time for the house of pain, Father Roachford would be proud; Recruit Torres on his knees screaming, "Help me God" out loud. Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Masterson's "Quarterdeck's in session, Majazk you go to jail for "assault by dog-gone facial expression. 6 inches, 90 degrees, fet spread wide apart, Faster; No I said Faster, or I'll burst your little heart. Drill Instructor Gunnery Sergeant Knight was sooooooo laid back, acussing all us recruits for being on CRACK! As usual in the a.m. we'll be moving quick, "Give me a formation out back, Moonbeams on!" "Aye, Aye Sir - Click". Drill Instructor Callahan, he could drill with the best - 110 percent, he would accept no less! When we were out drilling and another platoon came in sight, he would always remind us to keep our bodies, tight, tight, tight. Four more days and we'll be home; thanks to our Awsome Senior Drill Instructor Gunnery Sergeant Ebenal, who treated us like his own. He's here today standing out in the crowd, the best of the Few and the Proud. Now our poem is ending and I guess we say, "Oh well...", we've been to Parris Island and spent out time in - church!
From the Thank You Senior Drill Instructor Gunnery Sergeant Ebenal |
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