Dids you ever cry during basic/boot camp?

when i asked my marine recruiter this he said yeah, the first time he got off the bus he was like wtf am i doing here lol. so at any time during boot camp did you cry? it could be out of frustration,pain, missed your family, graduation . and if you did please dont be embarassed to say yes.

thx
 
Sorry if this doesn't help but no, I never cried. I did miss my family, alot, but I didn't cry. The pain, and frustration made me want to cry, but again, I never did.

Hope this helps,

Staff Sergeant Wentworth
 
i let a single tear go when i was at ft. benning ga. one night after we had walked all day and most of the night. it was near freezing,raining and the wind was blowing pretty hard. we went down into a depression and circled the wagons and laid down...like an idiot i hadn't brought my pancho so i was totally exposed...that was the only tear i ever cried for the next eight years as i found out when we got to our unit that that night was nothing. when i cleared post from ft. ord ca, my sleeping bag, shelter half and sleeping mat had never been used...completely unused.

ha ha ! the guy above me brings back a memory of when we were at nbc training and at the end of the day we were in formation when the drills suddenly started popping the tear gas, lots of it too. total chaos broke out...i heard one guy crying for his mommy just before he ran into a tree and got knocked out.lol! i did almost everything right except that i literally scooped the thick smoke into my mask as i pulled it out and then cleared it...in reverse...sucking in before blowing it out...jesus christ! i thought i was dying. ha ha ha!
i'll never forget that...about fifty rubber dummy m-16's laying on the trail where they had been left and the drills screaming through bullhorns that everybody was being kicked out of the army while guys here and there were down on their knees puking. ahhh....good times.
 
I think everyone does, or at least wants to.

To be honest I saw more people cry (male and female) in my basic training than I have anywhere else in my life!
 
Yes, back in 'Nam there were no cute young girls in my platoon... ugh... it was hell on earth!
 
Week one I was one of the only guys in my platoon who had not contacted anyone at home to tell them that I was there and OK. So my Platoon Drill sent me outside to use the phone. I used the phone and was waiting for my battle buddy to finish using the phone when one of the other Drills from our company saw me out the window and tore me a new one for being outside of the barracks. Then he shoved a telephone poll section out of the window and had me curl it until he contacted my Drill and found out I was supposed to be there. Then he continued to lay into me because my eyes were tearing up. I don't think I got a hold of anyone on the phone that day ether.
 
When I went in I observed many young men crying. ( From what my Marine nephew stated he saw many United States Marines crying day in and day out) Most ( Age 18 to 20) cried for their mommy. ( Really they did) When lights went out after a long day of training they'd be in bed crying "Mommy! Mommy! every night. This went on for about three weeks. After that home sickness disappeared. Out of 50 men in our flight ( I was Air Force ) we had about 8 cry every night. They were around 18 and 19 year olds. They boo whood themselves to sleep. A few sucked their thumbs as they went to sleep.
 
Didn't like it but I didn't cry. It wasn't too bad after you got used to the routine and realized you weren't going anywhere.
 
I did once, but I was 18 years old, incredibly home sick and I had just received a picture of my newborn nephew in the mail.
I held in the tears for a few hours, then in the middle of the night I went into the head and sat in the shower for a few minutes to get the crying out.

And I'm a female, I'm so not afraid to cry. It just felt so inappropriate to let anyone else know that I needed to let out a couple tears.
 
I did out of frustration.

I went during the summer to Ft. Jackson. After a long hot day on the range and a long ruck march back. We came back to the barracks to find they apparently were not up to standards and the DI's had our stuff scattered everywhere. Luckily no lockers were unsecured.

We had to drop our gear and go back downstairs for an hour of getting smoked. After we finally cleaned up and got a shower. I was just so tired and frustrated and wondering what the hell I got myself into.

Luckily now I can look back and laugh but that night was the hardest.
 
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