My old stepping grounds

My old stepping grounds 

I needed to provide for myself a lot of time to make the 10 AM meeting I'd set up with the Lt. Officer. I exited at 8, providing for myself a lot of time, on the off chance that there were any issues getting there (as there typically is setting off to my Reserve base :) I landed at around 9, no issues yet. The pass office was shut, so the watchman regulated me to the entranceway, where I could get a makeshift pass. I took out all the cards and paperwork, including the notorized letter I needed to get, approving me to drive my "dad's" auto (the protection is in his name, thus its "his" auto). At that point I perceived an issue. I'd neglected to bring a redesigned protection card, which was 3 months lapsed. So figure what I got to do, and surmise where I got to go? :D That's correct! WAWA!!! Much the same as the great 'ol days :) When I stopped at WAWA, I recognized a few mariners in their utilities filling their tires with air or something to that effect, and I was taken back. I was REALLY enticed to mimic a Chief and bust them for wearing their utilities off kilter (for any dynamic military perusing this, I'm simply kidding :) 

Regardless I wound up on the base rather early, however sweatier than I would have preferred. I demonstrated the gatekeeper my military ID, then strolled onto the base. I strolled around to where the Reserve preparing building is, the place I used 6 months getting aquainted with the Reserves. The Lt. Officer's office was in the building right by it, yet I was around 45 minutes early, which is a bit too soon to be viewed as "trendy." So I went out for a stroll. I strolled around the parking area, and past the on-base Subway. I passed the overhang that I worked in on my first cosmetics day, then headed over to the NEX. Lamentably, the NEX doesn't open till 10 on Sundays, so I couldn't do my shopping till after. I headed over to the building crosswise over from the NAR (the Reserve building). At around 9:45, I strolled to the Lt. Administrator's office, thumped on the outside, yet despite the fact that I knew it was him (as I said, I recollect this fellow), I broke the ice with, "Lt. Leader ______?" 

I strolled in, and the meeting started. Dissimilar to the Captain, this Lt. Leader was accustomed to doing meetings. I inquired as to whether he'd done them in the recent past, and he reacted, "Gracious definitely, a greater number of times than I can recollect that." He looked over my resume and Application for Commission, before addressing me. Once more, dissimilar to the Captain, this gentleman really asked me some particular meeting sort questions. This isn't a feedback of the Captain; simply a characteristic consequence of him not doing any expert meetings. The Lt. Officer asked, "Why would you like to be an officer?", which was a straight-forward inquiry, to which I gave a straight-forward answer- "I need to be a pioneer." During the course of our meeting, he additionally got some information about adjusting family vs. the Navy, particularly my perspectives on it. I said something along the lines of, "We're in the military, and we go on organizations. You've got to adjust both, or danger losing one of them. You can't priviledge the military over your family, on the grounds that that doesn't work. You'd wind up getting a separation." 

Generally speaking, the Lt. Commandant appeared to be short of what energetic about my chances, yet he really appeared to need to help me. One real bit of support he gave was with my motivational proclamation, which is the short, 400-expression paper of fundamental essentialness to the entire application. He recommended various progressions, which I'll be more than euphoric to execute. I'd been pondering changing my announcement, as this third accommodation may be my last, absolute best. Between the last time I was rejected and now, I've included a LOR from a resigned O3 (Lieutenant), an expert meeting with this Lt. Administrator, a 4 point change on the OAR (Officer Aptitude Rating), and obviously, a LOR from the Admiral. In spite of the fact that I'm gonna continue submitting it, a fourth, fifth, or sixth time if conceivable (until I ship out to Enlisted boot), I won't have the capacity to show as much "individual change" as now. The Lt. Administrator additionally let me know something extremely (fascinating on the grounds that it relates to a long verbal confrontation I had with a blurb on this site). The Lt. Leader said particularly that you ought to need to be an officer to start with, and an Aviator or whatever second. Whatever I can say is, I trust Steve-O is perusing this :) 

The Lt. Authority said he'd provide for me a decent compose up, and he brought up how he would have given short of what impeccable scores on the meeting examination structure. He gave a case of a Chief who needed to make Officer for the wrong reasons (essentially, so he could stay in the Navy). The Lt. Administrator guaranteed to finish the meeting examination structure as quickly as time permits. He said he'd mail that and his proposals for progressions to my motivational proclamation. He didn't appear to be completely dicey about my chances for making OCS as of right now. He specified my inspiration (owing to this being my third time applying), my time in the Reserves, and the way that I was at that point Enlisted, and booked to ship out (this shows extreme commitment to the Navy). I'm not certain whether I ought to attempt to get 1 or two more O4 or above LOR/Professional Interviews before I resubmit. My hunch says yes; that with an OAR that isn't marvelous, I could utilize the additional help.

Oorah

Oorah is a battle cry common in the United States Marine Corps since the mid-20th century. It is comparable to hooah in the US Army and hooyah in the US Navy and US Coast Guard. It is most commonly used to respond to a verbal greeting or as an expression of enthusiasm.    

Culture

Owing to its relatively recent origins, it is less common for Marines who served in the Vietnam War or earlier to be familiar with "Oorah!", but most post-Vietnam Marines and Vietnam War Marines who continued to serve after the war will have learned it throughout their careers. A couple of shortened versions of "Oorah!" can come out as a short, sharp, monosyllabic guttural "Er!" or "Rah!"  Another phrase similar to "Oorah" is the bark, also commonly used by Marines, due to the nickname "Devil Dogs" from the Battle of Belleau Wood in World War

Oorah (Marines)

The 1st Amphibious Reconnaissance Company, FMFPAC can be credited with the introduction of "Ooh-rah!" into the Marine Corps in 1953, shortly after the Korean War. Recon Marines served aboard the USS Perch (ASSP-313), a WWII-era diesel submarine retrofitted to carry Navy UDT and Recon Marines.

Whenever the boat was to dive, the 1MC (PA system) would announce "DIVE! DIVE!", followed by the sound of the diving klaxon: "AHUGA!" In 1953 or 1954, while on a conditioning run, former Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps John R. Massaro, while serving as company Gunnery Sergeant of 1st Amphibious Reconnaissance Battalion, simulated the "Dive" horn sound "AHUGA!" as part of the cadence. Legend has it, he took it with him when he went to serve as an instructor at the Drill Instructor school at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego. He there passed it on to the Drill Instructor students and they, in turn, passed it on to their recruits where it eventually and naturally became a part of the Recon cadence, and thereafter infiltrated Recon Marine lexicon. Over time, "AHUGA!" morphed into the shorter, simpler "Oorah!" Today, the official Marine Corps Training Reference Manual on the history of Marine Recon is titled "AHUGA!"

The term may have been derived from the Turkish phrase "vur ha!" translated as "strike!" or "kill them all!", which was used as a battle cry at the Ottoman Empire army and adopted as a Russian battlecry "Urrah!"

So I wasn't rejected?

So I wasn't rejected?
I'm a bit confused now. I spoke to the Captain today, and he said something rather interesting. He had spoken to his friend on the board, and he said there's good news and bad news. He said I wasn't a non-select, but they never received my package. So.....where my recruiter got this rather extensive information about me being rejected, and the reason for it, is a mystery.

I asked the Captain, quite innocently, "Why would Petty Officer ______ tell me I was a non-select then?" The Captain said something along the lines of, "I've got news for you. This is the Navy. Stuff like this happens." He mentioned that my recruiter was simply a First Class Petty Officer, so they may have told him this, while the real story is something else. This is one possibility.

The other is that my recruiter flat-out lied to me, telling me I was a non-select (when they never even received my package), then making up the reasoning behind my non-selection. Though why he'd lie like this is a total mystery. Why the Navy would tell him this info doesn't make sense either. The Captain seemed like he wanted to resolve this situation (perhaps he'll take an even more active role), and we'll be meeting Wednesday, July 5th. So I suppose I might not need to retake the ASTB, after all. This whole situation is very odd.