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HE EVEN GAVE ME A SCARE

 

 
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Lee told me a story related to "The Fear Was Real" that has a personal twist to it. I will start with the story.

Lee said that even though the lines were scripted, the actors would blow their lines because they were so stressed when Lee got in their face and laid on the intimidation. He would get nose to nose with them and scream, "WHAT'S YOUR NAME, SCUMBAG?!?" Their response would come out a jumble of nonsense instead of what they were supposed to say and they would have to stop the tense scene and start over. He seemed to get a kick out of this story but here is the funnier side of it.

As you can probably tell, I was more than a little star struck talking to Lee. I kept standing there thinking that I was talking to my hero and we were talking about the thing that made him my hero. He was the nicest man with the same southern accent but in a tone you never heard in the movie. He enjoyed telling these stories as much as I enjoyed hearing them. But at the part when he was telling that story and he got to the part where he said "WHAT'S YOUR NAME, SCUMBAG?!?" he took a step toward me to reiterate the point and for one unexpected second, I was face to face, practically nose to nose with Gunnery Sergeant Hartman. His eyes had instantly turned into that wild-eyed look and his voice took on that quality that struck terror in the hearts of millions of people.

As a Marine, this had a variety of effects on me. First, my first reaction was like I was back in boot camp and I felt that familiar tingle of fear for an instant. Here I was, a Sergeant who had been to war and I still felt like a private getting stressed. Additionally, it was like watching Full Metal Jacket in 3-D. This kind, warm, friendly man had instantly turned into the raving maniac you see in the movie and the change was instantaneous. It left as quickly as it came and he continued with the story. Of course I could hardly pay attention to the rest of the story because I was a little more than a little shaken after that and it was all I could do to hide it. It was both scary and neat all in the same instant, much like a roller coaster ride.

Chance Encounter
In The Beginning...
The Fear Was Real
He Even Scared Me
Who Were Those Privates, Anyway?
Sleeping with the Smokey
What Have You Done To Me?
All Good Things Must Come to An End


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