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Goodnight, Gunnery Sgt. Hartman/R. Lee Ermey – England Lives

Goodnight, Gunnery Sgt. Hartman/R. Lee Ermey

England Lives
April 16th, 2018

Sad news, lads.

Today, a great man has passed on to the eternal. R. Lee Ermey, the US Marine Corps Drill Instructor and Gunnery Sergeant who found cult fame after starring in the lads’ classic film Full Metal Jacket.

Ermey was brought in as a technical advisor, to tell the actors and set designers how to create the authentic Marine Corps recruit training environment, but his examples of drill sergeant tirades and hard-assery were too good to ignore, and director Stanley Jewbrick cast him as Gunnery Sgt. Hartman.

Ermey was in every sense a man’s man. Let me tell you why I admire him. Full Metal Jacket is one of those films that every lad with a set of working testicles loves, and no woman likes.

There is nothing in this film for women, it’s pure balls out masculinity. There is struggle, brotherhood, fighting, and it’s a great bildungsroman. The only feelings in it are to do with war and the loneliness of boot camp and the difficulties of going from boy to man. And the guy who steals the show is R. Lee Ermey. The entire film belongs to him really,**SPOILER ALERT**






even though he dies half way through.








But it’s not just his authentic performance that makes me sad at his death. It’s what he stood for. Because Full Metal Jacket transcended generations, and is still loved by lads today, he is in a small way the strong father figure that all men need, and that today is so rare.

Motivation: Gunnery Sgt. Hartman Edition.

The world today is a world of options. You can make something of yourself, or you can be a fat slob on the sofa watching telly all day. You can apply yourself, or you can give up. You can be a real man, or you can chop your dick off and (pretend to) be a woman.

But in Sgt. Hartman’s world there are no options. There is only his instruction, and through obeying his instruction, though it is difficult, those lads at that boot camp become fighting machines.

That is what we are lacking today. We don’t have real fathers or authority figures to teach us how to be men or how to have self-discipline. We need real hard ass bastards, like Sgt. Hartman, who turn the lump of clay that is a boy into the statue that is a man, ready to fight for his country.

Instead we have ‘role models’ like Theresa May and Alan Carr. Boys are just completely chucked on the woodpile of society. They take away our fathers’ rights to parent us, they take away our masculine role models, they take away all forms of rough play, and they take our prospects of finding a decent wife by telling young women to sleep around, they take away our jobs and give them to migrants, and they take away our national pride and tell us “England is for everyone else.” It’s just “here’s your vidya, now shut up.”

Believe it or not, this is not conducive to strength, brotherhood, or any kind of pride.

Why is it that Sgt. Hartman doesn’t say “play vidya, fuck around, oh and the assault course is outside if you fancy training”? Why is it that he shouts at and humiliates his recruits rather than giving them body-positive gentle encouragement? Why does he break their wills and make them completely submit to his authority?

Because he needs them to grow into something better than what they are. Because war is real. There is no fucking around, no gibs, no special snowflakes, no sympathy of any kind. He needs them to be tough. They are going to go face to face with men who want to kill them.

It’s kill or be killed, and there is no room for feelings.

In that sense, R. Lee Ermey is more than a Drill Instructor-turned-actor. He is an avatar of the manosphere, a sage, a throwback to something which has been lost and desperately needs to be rekindled.

We, as lads who want to defend England, need to take inspiration from men like Ermey. It’s a sad fact that we don’t all have fathers in our lives, and those of us who do, they probably haven’t taught us anything that we actually need to know in order to survive in this world of multiculturalism and feminism, and have instead taken the ‘hands-off’ approach while mums, both single and married, raise generation after generation of soft, ill-disciplined, apathetic men.

Ermey is a hero to men. Yes, we are allowed to have heroes.

Men need other men to look up to and make examples of. Ermey was strong. He was focussed. He turned lads into killing machines and did his duty to his country. He also represents the collective struggle of white men today to improve themselves, against the odds, and despite having been betrayed by our education system, society, and our own parents.

Through the struggle, through the pain, through the anguish; the recruits have been through it all alongside each other, and now have the brotherhood and the toughness ready to go into battle together.

Sgt. Hartman didn’t deal in options. He dealt in duty and necessity. It is our duty, and it is necessary, that we, the men of England, struggle through the hard times to mould ourselves, and each other, into real men, fighting machines.

No one is coming to do it for us. Not our parents, not the government, not the police, no one. We have to do this,or England will fall. The Marine Corps slogan is Semper Fi, meaning ‘always faithful’. If we stay faithful to England and to each other we will become the soldiers needed to give our people a future.

So lads, come on, SHOW ME YOUR WAR FACE!!!!

Semper Fi, buddy.