Boudreaux and Thibodaux jin up wit da Marines

A Cajun Tale

Wan Saterday we waz sittin ‘round our favorite biere servin place da wan where Isidore is da barkeep. “n jus reminiscin ‘bout da “good ole days” ‘n got at talkin ‘bout our service time in da military branches a da U.S. of A. Me I waz a sailor in da Navy but Boudreaux ‘n Thibodaux dey tink th Navy is for woossies so dey decider (decide ) ta jin da Marine Corpse(Corps).
Well ta make a long story…. Wen dey get ta dat Island off da coast of Sout Carolina
Dey get greeted by sumone dey hadda call Mr. DI. Sir ‘n he rant and rave at dem. ‘n run ‘em all up ‘n down da street ‘bout eight or seven time.
When he finish wit dat he tak ‘em to dere house ware gonna stay while dey in “Boot Camp” 'N while Mr. DI Sir bringin ‘um dere dey pass sum otter marines walkin de otter way ‘sept dey doon call it walkin dey call it marchin. Anyway dese otter Marines wen dey passin dey sing out… “Yo’all gonna be sorrrry!
Now mah frens dey doon pay no attention at dese otter marines dey too tired frum runnin up ‘n down da street eight or seven time ‘n den havin ta walk [march]in line far ta git to ware dey gonna live till dey outta boot camp.
Well far da firs week Mr. DI Sir he run em ‘n mak em walk ten mile a day wit all kina solider stuff. He tak ‘em out at nuit (night) ‘n git em los in da swamp so dey gotta splash ‘round in da water ‘n scare demselves ‘n de swamp critters den he make’em foller da stars ta git back ta dere house what dey learn ta call da “Barracks”
Well ta make a long story. Dey plum wore ta a frazzle. ‘n dey jus ‘bout fall on dere beds (racks in marine parlance) wen Mr. DI tell ‘em fall out.
Now dis go on for almos leven weeks. Every day dey walk (march) here ‘n dere, dey run here ‘n dere. Dey do what is called P.E. Dey go out ‘n walk (march) around all night dey climb up walls ‘n climb down walls. Dey splash ‘round in da swamp ‘n scare de swamp critters. Din wan day Mr. DI Sir he tak 'em to da rifle range "n he get very inpressed at da way mah frens score on da targets dat he put der names in for de Marine "Marksman medal"
Den wan day Mr. DI Sir he ain’t dere n dis new feller take over da trainin.
Mais if y’u tink Mr. DI Sir was tough dis feller waz worse He not only made dem “Boots” do everting Mr. DI Sir made ‘em do, he made ‘em do it twice sumtime tree time a day ‘n sumtime way into da nuit. Anyway ta make a long story…
Dere come a time wen wan of da “Boots” jus cant tak no moe so he up ‘n run away sept dey doon call it dat in da Corpse dey say he went AWOL. Well wen da “Brass” fin out dis feller went AWOL dey wanta know why… ‘n dey fin out dat the new in charge feller been over workin da “Boots” so dey fire him or sumtin anyway de nex morning Mr. DI Sir come back. ‘N all de “Boots” dey so glad at see 'em dat dey cheer ‘n shout ‘n carry on lik dey go in home. Any way ta make a long story.
Boudreaux ‘n Thibodaux dey git Mr. DI Sir on da side ‘n ax him why dey put dat feller in charge when Mr. DI Sir leave. “N Mr. DI Sir he say
“Well dis feller what dey put in charge wen he (Mr. DI Sir) went home on leave was because he had R.O.T.C.* while in high school
Wen Boudreaux herd dat he whistle ‘n say Mais he must’ve had it damn Bad eh!

*R.O.T.C.+++ Reserve Officer's Training Corps.