As I shared with you all a few weeks ago, my youngest brother Stephen just headed off to OCS in the Marine Corps. I've been keeping in touch with him regularly and told him that we'd love to hear how he's doing (though I wasn't expecting him to write back, given the demands of the program). Well, we were pleasantly surprised to get a letter from him on Friday, so I decided to add a new category entitled, "Letters from the Front" as way to keep you all updated on how he's doing. Also, I wanted to share portions of it with you, to give the uninitiated among us a better sense of what our military men and women face in training. "Candidate Crane" writes,
Tues, Feb. 5, 2008
Hey John!
How is it brother?! First off, thanks for the letters. It's nice getting a taste of home in this wholly other existence. The only other chances to get grounded are during chapel services (which is always moving, in a surreal sort of way), during the 5-second prayer before meals I say to myself and during the couple of minutes of "evening devotions" we have while standing at modified attention w/ heads bowed in front of our racks, all lined up the length of the squad bay.
It's interesting how there's a palpable undercurrent of old-fashioned faith, as well as, a more obvious emphasis on the principles that follow. Notions of honor and integrity are as important, if not more so, than physical or intellectual ability. We already lost one guy from our platoon for, what I believe, was an honest-mistake fib. But they booted him the next day after calling a special review board about the incident.
For me, the biggest adjustment has been the control I've been forced to relinquish, and I don't mean just following orders, I mean total control! For 16 hours a day! I can't look anywhere unless they say. I can't scratch my face unless I sneak it. I've been forced to eat with my right hand for the past two weeks and will have to continue the practice for the duration. It's about uniformation, lefties be damned! They do feed us well, though I think they put something in the food cuz my gas, which is normally pretty mild, has started a brass band, along with the other guys in the platoon. We'll be marching and you can hear bombs being dropped throughout the cadence. It's funny, or at least, I would have said so in my former life. Smiles and smirks are not allowed.
Punishments range from push-ups (mostly for letting your M16 hit the ground), to bag holds in which backpacks are held straight out at various angles for various amounts of time. Those are the worst, particularly cuz the reason we're generally doing them is because of the actions of one guy. That's been a surprise...seeing some of the other knuckleheads that have been accepted into the OCS. Mind you, they're the exception, but we certainly have a handful that keep us with our backpacks readily available. I now understand why you see recruits in the movies soaping the weaklings in the middle of the night. Ya know, similar to our rocks in the socks from the U-Haul, only with soap! HaHa! Nah, but it is frustrating, though the point of it isn't lost. The whole "only as strong as your weakest link" stuff...unit cohesion, etc...
As far as the other punishments, they give us "chits" on the regular too, which are pretty much a half page citation for some violation of some rule that may or may not have existed prior to their accusation. The bottom half is where we give an explanation of our actions (or inaction as the case may be). I've gotten a number of them already but am excited that I've only received 1 in the past 3 days. That's a record for me. Mind you, everyone gets them on a fairly regular basis, so I ain't alone in that. I've also had to write one essay for not "sounding off loud enough" during a particular drill movement we were trying to learn. But shoot, it was all I could do to figure out the steps, let alone the ditty that accompanied them. That stuff ain't easy and is a totally foreign activity for me. It's all good though, and I can see the importance of that too.
Anyway, I"ll probably sign off for now. Gotta wake up at 4 a.m. to pack for an overnight bivouac in the woods tomorrow night. It's our first, so it should be cool.
Keep the lil' prayer warriors prayin' for Uncle Stephen's body. I'm rollin' on a strained hamstring, a pulled calf muscle, some weird bump on my elbow, and a numb big left toe (don't know what that's all about, but it doesn't hurt, so whatever). Other than that, I feel pretty good! Nah, but pray for God's continued hand and guidance. That's all I ask. Give the guys a BIG hug for me and thank Jean for the photo of course! I love you all. Oh, I heard about the Super Bowl! I was 'lovin' it! Either Manning works for me. Anyway, I'll talk to ya soon.
Love, Candidate Crane
I'll leave the commentary to him, except to say it's always valuable for us civilians to get even a small glimpse into the kind of training that equips our military men and women to protect the way of life we so often take for granted. God bless you, "Candidate Crane", and all of those who train with you tonight! 
UPDATE: Speaking of Marines, tonight's edition of Extreme Makeover Home Edition provides a home for United States Marine, Daniel Gilyeat, and his four children. He volunteered for a second tour of duty in Iraq and lost his leg. (You can read more about this inspiring Marine hero here, as well as, this blog post from EMHE's Paige Hemmis. Also, don't miss this emotional video.)
UPDATE: Here's another Marine commercial video (which debuted this past Sunday) you don't want to miss. An inspiring image that confirms the bumper sticker slogan, "Sleep well, America, my Marine's got your back."