I was lucky enough to be in the first platoon of the our "series" (three platoons made up a "series"), meaning that my platoon ended up in the "forming" phase for nearly a week (IIRC).
Then, after we graduated in April we were immediately assigned to some barracks in the WM part of the island because we all had to be available to testify at the court martial trials of our three drill instructors. (Our DIs were a little nuts and we had a sissy "alligator" in the platoon.)
So anyways, without being recycled, my platoon (at least, the 37 out of the original 60 of us who stayed with the platoon all the way through) spent a solid fourteen weeks on Parris Island.
Ditto...Sgt. Landers got run up on 'charges' after we graduated; he'd gone a little too hard on a kid who's father died during Boot Camp....when a couple of us who were still stationed together heard his body had been seen in a ditch in Vietnam, we had a little party.....turned out he survived, though.
Speaking of DI's - about a year or so in, I was at Mainside at Camp Pendleton and spotted Sgt. Maes, the "junior" DI - he was smallish and wiry (as most of 'em are) and had that Aztec-Indian hispanic look....he was leaving the PX with his Pacific Islander wife who outweighed him by at least 100 pounds, and topped him by 6 to 8 inches.
I ran back to the barracks and found my fellow boot grad Kramer, who was busy taking a dump.....pounded on the stall and told him to get his ass off the sh*tter, "cause there is something you've GOT to see!".
Kramer swore at me, until I briefed him - he finished his download in record time and made it back to share in the experience with me....when we approached Maes, he looked very embarrassed at being busted by two former maggots - while he was pushing his shopping cart. I think he was also pissed that a couple of two-year-enlistees were already Corporals, and he was still an E5 (just one rank up) with probably well over 10 years seniority.