A recent article published by Military.com indicated that the Marine Corps is considering closing its two iconic recruit-training bases, Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego and Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island. Several factors have been cited as reasons for the potential move including the cost of continual maintenance on the historic buildings, climate concerns, and a new regulation requiring mixed, male/female squad bays and gender-neutral recruit training.

The plot of land where MCRD San Diego lies has been utilized by the Marine Corps to train all west-of-the-Mississippi Marine Corps recruits since 1923. The depot adopted its current name, “Marine Corps Recruit Depot, San Diego” on Jan. 1, 1948. 

Similarly, men who enlisted in the Marine Corps east of the Mississippi have called MCRD Parris Island their training home since Oct. 25, 1915. All females who have attended Marine recruit training have done so at Parris Island since Feb. 28, 1949 courtesy of the passage of The Women’s Armed Services Integration Act of 1948. The base’s current name, “Parris Island” was coined on May 3, 1919

Through many generations, men and women from all walks of life and for many reasons have stood on the iconic yellow footprints at each base. Many new recruits stood there because they had volunteered to serve their country, some in times of peace and others in times of great wars. Others were drafted into the service and quickly found themselves at one of the two bases for recruit training.

Regardless of how or why these men and women arrived, numerous Marine heroes who went on to fight and die started their journey on that hallowed real estate. Countless recruits have been hardened from farmers into warfighters and from city kids into expert killers on that land. Men and women both have started generational military service within their own families on those very bases. Men like my grandfather, who reported to San Diego Recruit Depot in 1952 and lived in Quonset huts similar to those still found on the base today. 

Following in Their Footsteps

When I reported to boot camp at MCRD San Diego in February 2000, I was awed to stand on the same ground my grandfather did nearly 50 years prior. When I graduated boot camp some three months later my grandfather was able to attend my graduation. I’ve rarely seen him prouder than I saw him that day. Part of his joy was certainly that he reveled in my accomplishment, but he was also clearly taken back to 1952 and his own young adulthood. 

Immediately upon his arrival to MCRD San Diego for my graduation in May 2000, he was transported back to the time in his life before he and my grandmother were married. The time before my mother was born. The time before a disease would begin to ravage his once strong body. Even though I’d been in the base for three months, he walked my family and me around, pointing and showing us some of the different places he still remembered. For him, it was a bygone era, back to when life was simpler; “Show up, put out, graduate as a Marine.” It was awesome.

As stories flooded his memory, he told us about his last time setting foot on that land. One story I remember in particular was when his Drill Instructors caught one of his platoon-mates smoking a cigarette. After spending three months there, I don’t know if I was more shocked that someone was able to sneak a cigarette in to boot camp or that someone actually tried to smoke it! Either way, the recruit was caught and unsurprisingly the DI’s had a unique punishment lined up for him. He told me the DI’s made the recruit bury the cigarette in a six-foot-deep grave; dug by hand. He said it took the recruit many hours to accomplish the task. Then, in typical DI fashion, they scolded the young recruit for littering on their depot and made him dig it out, fill in the hole and throw it in the trash can. They then made the recruit smoke an entire pack of cigarettes, one after the other; which turned out exactly as you’d think… I don’t believe this would’ve happened quite the same way in my time, but hearing him speak of a bygone era was fascinating to me.