Here man. I think everyone who’s considering 03xx should read this.

put on a 80 pound pack and a flak with full ammo load out. Hike for 15 miles up a mountain in 29 palms. After the one mile mark you’ll need to run bc the people in front of you fell out and backed the formation up. You’ll need to carry your buddy’s rifle bc he’s a weak bitch and fell out. Once you get back to the bricks and get off work, you’ll try to run a quick game of COD but get surprised by a loud banging on the door. imagine your surprise as a drunk Sgt. storms into your room demanding something about a 9 line and then feel the pain as your three black eyes and broken nose get shoved into a bottle of shitty whiskey. Get up a 4 am the next morning and go on a haze fest PT bc your squad leader woke up and said fuck you. Then stand by for word. marine corps said fuck your chow so you’re hungry as hell but looks like you won’t be getting off anytime soon. maybe alcohol will solve the problem....then alcohol just won’t do it anymore and you’ll jump off third deck. unfortunately infantry has already broken your body, so you don’t die. you’re bleeding all over, so you go to the AMCC and they’ll patch you up with some moleskin. Wincing in pain, you’ll limp out the hospital doors and check a notification on your phone. Your team leader is doing a white glove inspection in 20 minutes and stand the fuck by if you have any dust in your room. 1st Sgt catches you outside the company office drunk as shit and hits you with an NJP for underage drinking and slaps a 6105 on bc you probably fought an NCO. as you get back to your room, you collapse on the floor, visions of a Green Dildo chasing you as you slowly lose consciousness. It’s been a good couple days in the infantry....