Gunny's Rules: How to Get Squared Away Like a Marine
By R. Lee Ermey
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R. Lee “Gunny” Ermey, of The History Channel’s Mail Call, takes time out from telling viewers all about military technology, to tell readers all about life. Men today are facing a crisis of emasculation. Gunny is here to tell you how to fight back and save your dignity: by taking control of your own damn life. First, he teaches you how to get fit, stay fit, and defend yourself. Then, he teaches you how to conduct yourself the way real men do: with assertiveness but also with wisdom and courtesy. Finally, Gunny motivates you to use your new fitness and new attitude to live life like a man of honor: to work hard, reach for high goals, and set an example with your life.
Gunny’s Rules is the ultimate guide for anyone who wants to live life like one of the toughest of the tough—like a Marine.
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Gunny's Rules - R. Lee Ermey
INTRODUCTION
GETTING SQUARED AWAY
In my more than fifty years of serving the Marine Corps, and my nearly forty years as an actor, I think I’ve learned a few things, and I feel it’s time to pass them along. That’s the reason for this book. I think there’s something in it for everyone from age fourteen to 104, though I should give fair warning that the language might be occasionally salty—but only when necessary, because that’s the way it was.
If you’re reading this book, you probably know me well enough to know that I don’t mince words, gild lilies, or play politically correct games. If you want it straight, damn straight, you’ll get it here.
I know—from the messages I’ve received from viewers of my Mail Call television series, from conversations I’ve had with folks at trade shows, and from discussions with countless Marine brothers and sisters—that a lot of you want to know more about my experience making a film, Full Metal Jacket, that has become an American icon.
(And, yes, dammit, I’m allowed to say that about my own movie—because it’s true!)
The making of Full Metal Jacket was a learning experience for me second only to Marine Corps boot camp. In fact, when I relive my experiences filming the movie Full Metal Jacket, it almost seems like another duty station.
If you want to know more about my experience in that movie, you’re not going to be disappointed. I intend to take you behind the scenes on the film that gave R. Lee Ermey’s career a boost far beyond any possible expectations. By the way, Full Metal Jacket was film number five out of more than seventy!
But this book is not solely or even primarily about Full Metal Jacket. Throughout the course of this book, I intend to take you to other movie sets and through my life in the Marine Corps in a way that I hope you will find useful and illuminating. My goal is to show you some of the rules I’ve learned, some of the rules I live by, some of the rules that I think might benefit you the reader if you’d like to get your life squared away.
Squared away
is an honorable and venerable expression that’s a Marine Corps favorite and has also become part of modern language in general. Literally, it means that everything is shipshape, organized, fine-tuned, and ready to go. Its origin is sometimes traced all the way back to the great clipper ships having their topsails square to the wind. Sometimes it is traced to another aspect of the United States Navy—as when sailors try to get their white, circular, Dixie Cup–looking hats—covers
in Marine language—adjusted to just the right angle. In any case, squared away
is the condition you want: ready to pass inspection from life’s Drill Instructors, ready to succeed and lead. So if you’re ready, let’s go!
—R. Lee Ermey
CHAPTER 1
FALL IN!
TAKE COMMAND OF YOUR LIFE
The deeply rutted trace of a road I had been following into the mountains suddenly grew wider as it climbed steeply through a pine thicket. There were hard-edged ruts all over the place. Some wise-ass had painted a sign and nailed it to a tree beside the trail. It read: Choose your rut with care. You’ll be in it for the next 10 miles.
He knew a thing or two, the guy who had tacked up that warning—about backcountry roads anyway.
So did I.
My experiences with ruts had started many years before I read that sign. I knew all about them. And I knew that the ruts in real life are like the ones in the road—hard to escape.
The ruts in your life can hold you for months and years, just like the miles. The next ten, the next twenty . . . on and on.
I’ve hit my share over the years—and managed to tear myself free from them all.
You can do the same.
Like a director calling Action!
to start a movie scene, I’m calling you loud and clear to make hard decisions, jump-start new goals—and square your sorry butt away!
The brim of the Smokey Bear cover worn by the Marine Drill Instructor was locked against my forehead, burning like a steel blade. His mouth was only inches from my face, and the screams emerging were commands from hell: Who dressed you this morning, Scumbag? Your daddy? I saw you talking after we told you to shut up and line up. Do that again and I’ll gouge your eyeballs out and skull-fuck you, you little shit.
On the outside, I was trying to stand tall on the yellow footprints painted on the pavement at the receiving barracks of the Marine Corps Recruit Depot in San Diego, California. But inside I was trembling, unable to flee, and barely able to withstand the ordeal I was facing. Coming here was a big mistake. I had really screwed the pooch this time. I was wishing I could go back home to our family’s farm near Toppenish, in Washington state.
You know damned well you can’t go back home,
my thoughts screamed. Go back, and you’ll go to jail.
You know damned well you can’t go back home. Go back, and you’ll go to jail.
The Drill Instructor’s tirade went on without interruption. As the minutes crawled by, he never once repeated himself, and I never stopped cringing in my gut.
Along with a bunch of other recruits, I had just scrambled from the cattle car, a six-by truck set up like a bus to haul recruits to the depot. The Drill Instructor onboard had shouted, Get rid of the gum! Cut the chatter! You’ve got one damn minute to get off the bus and position your useless selves on my yellow footprints. Go! Move it! Move it!
Everybody had lunged for the doorway and the footprints where we were to line up. Suddenly, we heard a new command. Hold it up, you people! You’re too freaking slow. Get back on the bus.
We had to get back on the bus to go through this ridiculous bullshit five or six times because some jerk in front was taking his sweet-ass time. Before we’d even learned to stand at attention, some of us were learning to police our own ranks. I told the guy in front of me, Listen here, asshole. You better get your butt in gear.
And then a Drill Instructor cried, Who’s that talking over there?
And suddenly I was caught in the DI’s crosshairs. He had to make a statement, right at the receiving barracks door. He had chosen me to make an example with.
Now there I stood at the receiving end of this DI who was yelling X-rated obscenities, stuff I couldn’t imagine in a thousand nightmares. He even said nasty things about my family!
It was the third of April 1961. I had just turned seventeen a couple of weeks before.
Hard to believe, but I had intended this to be my salvation, my escape from the difficult life I had left behind. My goal, my mission, seemed destined to fail now. And I had no backup plan.
Finally there came the moment when I began to realize that my father’s intense and frequent ass-chewings back on the farm had hardened me for the verbal whiplash I was now facing. The difference was that the Marine DIs were strangers and professionals, masters of the greatest motivators, pain and intimidation. They could verbally chastise you like nobody else on earth. Still, they were only screaming. There was spittle, but nobody had hit me yet.
Hell, I had lived through this on the farm, why not here?
Suddenly, I began to feel myself digging in. They couldn’t get rid of me by screaming at me.
Two weeks before, I had not been a happy camper. For sure, I hadn’t even been a camper.
Campers have fun, roasting marshmallows and weenies beside crackling fires and hiking trails to adventure. There was no fun and no adventure in the farm field where I was trying to wrestle a stinking, creosote-soaked fence post into the stubborn ground. My wiry 139-pound body hurt like I was being punished. Perhaps I was. I was a high school dropout at tenth grade, with a juvenile delinquency record on the books—a farm boy with seemingly no future but the farm.
At that age, I was not given to reflecting on the pleasant sides of farm life—hunting opportunities, enjoying nature, things like that. With my five brothers, a caring mother, and an irascible father, I was a veteran of hard-core farmland living, having already spent most of my young life on a spread in the remote Kansas croplands. Our place in Washington State, where we lived when I was older, was different in many ways, but the chores and work were about the same. Take, for example, the fence post I was fighting right then. Under the demanding, critical eyes of my father, I was hacking out my third hole of the day for that one post. The other two had been a little out of line.
I didn’t know what an event horizon
was back then. When I thought of horizons, I had visions of palm trees, Hula girls, and tropical paradises, but my real horizon looked pretty barren. Days filled with chores like hefting backbreaking hundred-pound bales of alfalfa, milking cows, splitting wood, and shoveling manure in summer and snow in winter. And planting creosote posts.
Thank God I was smart enough to realize that life didn’t owe me a living—it didn’t owe me a damn thing. Still, I believed there had to be something better in life for R. Lee Ermey. I had to get moving!
The law helped. In the City Hall of Toppenish, Washington (population about eight thousand back then), a judge had given me a choice: go into the service, or I was headed for a place where the sun didn’t shine. That wasn’t just a nudge. It was a shove that sent me straight into the Navy recruiting office right there in the building. I confess I wasn’t very surprised when they told me to hit the road. They didn’t want me.
As I walked slowly down the hall, boards of the wooden floor creaking as I pondered what I was going to do now, I approached a life-sized cardboard recruiting poster of a Marine standing tall and proud in his dress blue uniform.
The image held me. My gaze stayed locked on the splendid figure of a man who looked very fit, proud, and even happy. This farm boy knew nothing about the Marine Corps, but I figured that anybody who wore a fancy uniform like that, with a white belt, a white hat, and white gloves . . . well, it was obvious he didn’t have to work very hard. I should look into