He was trained in Paris Island,
The place that God forgot,
The sand was fourteen inches deep,
The sun was blazing hot.
He awakened up one morning,
In front of his rack hell stand,
And in through the doorway walked,
A giant of a man.
He turned and faced this young Marine,
With eyes as cold as steel,
He said, I am your DI,
And this is for reel.
I’ll make your life as miserable,
As miserable as I can,
And when you finally leave this place,
You’ll be a fighting man.
You’ll be a rifle expert,
You’ll know your weapon well,
And when you finally leave this place,
You know you’ve paid your dues.