Author: Openbah

  • NPQ

    Five weeks and 3 days after arriving at OCS, this candidate is on his way home. I’m at Bethesda Naval Hospital and have some time to kill, let me tell you how much things suck right now.

    Last Wednesday was the Combat Readiness Test. For those that don’t know, the CRT includes a rope climb with full gear (no pack), 3-mile run, casualty evac drills, push ups, and a coordination and speed drill.

    Everything was going fine until the end of the 3-mile run, and I’m talking the last 20 meters. My right leg started to hurt real bad, and I started falling out of the squad. Five seconds later and SNAP, I collapsed to the dirt. My squad leader told me to get the hell up but I told him it wasn’t happening and to finish the run. Seconds later I was surrounded by Marines asking me what hurt and telling me everything was going to be okay. I told them I couldn’t move my right leg at all and they began screaming “CORPSMAN!” I was quickly lifted onto a stretcher and double-timed all the way to the medical building.

    An hour later after receiving X-Rays, I was told the bad news. I had fractured my right femur, basically breaking my right hip. To say I was devastated would be a grave understatement. Two hours later I was in an ambulance on my way to my current residence in Maryland.

    I was quickly prepped for surgery, which lasted a couple hours, during which surgeons inserted 3 screws in my femur head. I woke up to Adrienne standing above my guerney which made me feel about 10 times better. The surgery went well, there were no problems whatsoever. My parents arrived around 2200 and we visited until around 2300. Since then I’ve been stuck in my hospital bed. I finally got crutches today which allowed me to hobble into the TV/computer room.

    Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, I was told by my surgeons that even though the surgery went well, there is still a fair chance that my femur will not heal correctly and I might need more surgeries down the road. For now, I will be on crutches for at least 12 weeks.

    As for returning to OCS someday? I’d like to go back and finish what I started and become a Marine Officer. If that’s medically impossible I guess I’ll just deal with that when the time comes.

  • Halfway through Hell

    Today is Saturday February 25th, and it is the official halfway point of OCC 191. I’ve successfully made it through the five hardest weeks of my life. We had our intermediate PFT today. Despite my knee problems, I managed to shave a minute off my run time. Some other recent events include: LRC, SULE1, Combat Course, Tarzan Course, 4-mile individual run, and Pugil Sticks. Hopefully I’ll write more about each of these when I have more time. I just wanted to touch base and let everyone know that things are going well.

  • Liberty

    Liberty at last. It has been a long 3 weeks. Training has been really hard, but has been going well, I’m staying healthy so far. OCS has definitely lived up to its reputation. I never thought I’d crawl through freezing water under 3 feet of barbed-wire with an M-16 and actually enjoy it. Thanks to everyone who has written to me, It gives me something to look forward to every night. Keep writing, if I haven’t written back yet don’t worry, I’ll write back soon.

    A few guys from our platoon had dinner last night at the Command Post. We then we got a couple rooms at The Crossroads Inn. I can’t wait until next weekend. Talk to you all soon.

  • Gone to OCC 191

    I’ve been looking forward to tomorrow for almost a year, and in less than 8 hours I’ll be on my way to Quantico. I talked to a bunch of friends today and said my goodbyes. I feel excited to start training, but I’m nervous and totally stressed at the same time. I feel that I am as prepared as I can be, but it will be a long and very hard 10 weeks, and I’m sure I’ll feel like quitting more than once. But I have confidence that I will make it through.

  • One week away

    In exactly one week I will be pulling through the front gates of Marine Corps Base Quantico. It seems everyone wants to know if I’m nervous, I think everyone going to Quantico is nervous. Hearing the stories and seeing the pictures will make anyone question why they signed up for this, and we’re not even there yet.

    When I pull through that gate, I will be giving up all of the simple freedoms that for the past 24 years I’ve taken for granted.