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I need some Boot Camp Stories
08/26/04 | Self

Posted on 08/26/2004 7:45:01 AM PDT by Preech1

Hi Fellow FReepers... Many of you folks have been in the military, I am looking for your stories and memories of Boot Camp. They need to be clean stories. I have never been in the military myself, but I have had friends who sent me mail from USMC boot camp and want to explain to my children what Boot Camp is all about, from the middle of the night marches to some of the weird things DI's have made recruits do. Websites are welcome, but I prefer to read first hand accounts from fellow FReepers.


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Boot Camp Stories anyone?
1 posted on 08/26/2004 7:45:02 AM PDT by Preech1
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To: Preech1

At Ft. Knox, we had a guy in boot camp that walked and talked in his sleep.

We made him stand for hours at a time at attention at the foot of his bed.

He would wake up the next morning and could not figure out why he was so tired.


2 posted on 08/26/2004 7:47:56 AM PDT by harrycarey
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To: harrycarey

I like it...keep them coming...


3 posted on 08/26/2004 7:50:23 AM PDT by Preech1 ("Touch not the cat, but the glove..." Clan MacPherson)
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To: Preech1
San Diego Marine Corps Recruit Depot, 1977....Drill instructers would gather our unlocked padlocks, lock them all entertwined together. They would give the whole platoon about 10 or 15 minutes to find and unlock our lock. You had a mass of 75 bodies gathered around this mass of locks trying to find your lock using the combination.

If there were any locks left locked together after the time expired we would get thrashed in the pit or something.

4 posted on 08/26/2004 7:57:19 AM PDT by GSWarrior
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To: Preech1
OO-RAH

Go to the Sea Stories link, click on archives, and check them out. Here is one that I wrote. Why do you ask, BTW?

5 posted on 08/26/2004 8:02:35 AM PDT by outlawcam (No time to waste. Now get moving.)
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To: Preech1
Well back in my day (mid 60's) Marine Corps boot camp at Parris Island was everything I expected and much more. Arriving by bus at Receiving at 0200, they prefer you arrive at some ungodly hour because you're more inclined to be scared and confused, the shouting started ... in very short order we were called scum, maggots, piss ants, sh** heads, turds, girls, etc., etc.. After spending the remainder of the night sitting at attention at a wooden school desk we were assigned to a recruit platoon the following morning. After one week at PI it was impossible for me to remember what it was like to be a civilian ... and graduation day, 12 weeks away, seemed like an eternity.
6 posted on 08/26/2004 8:06:18 AM PDT by BluH2o
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To: Preech1

Wish I could say this one happened to me, but it didn't. I can't remember where I heard the following story, and if it isn't true, it damn sure oughta be lol.

A Private was walking along the parade deck on the way to Chow. He had recently been standing Firewatch in the squadbay when his relief had come to replace him for chow.

Deciding that he was on his own for a bit, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. (For those who are not familiar with Marine Corps Boot Camp, this is a HUGE no no)

As he approached the Messhall he figured he'd better get rid of the Cig before he got within eyeshot of it.

Flicking the cigarette butt onto the ground, he was satisfied (temporarily) that he had gained a bit of freedom from the Dictatorial Drill Instructors.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

A voice boomed from behind him.

C'MERE PRIVATE!!

The young man froze in his tracks and wheeled. Standing behind him was the Drill Instructor from another platoon. The young man dutifully ran up to him and reported "SIR PRIVATE SMITH REPORTING AS ORDERED SIR!"

The DI looked at him and said. "Come with me scumbag. Who do you belong to?"

Private smith told him what platoon he was with. The Drill Instructor marched him to the Messhall and informed his Drill Instructor what he had just witnessed.

To make a long story shorter, the Drill instructor marched the entire platoon back to the squad bay and had Private Smith break out a shovel. He then had the entire platoon standing at attention while Smith dug a regulation Grave.

He was then made to put the butt into a "Coffin" which was actually a matchbox, and then center the matchbox inside the grave. Several attempts were made to get it right, but the Drill Instructor with his eagle eye could tell that the box was not correctly centered.

Finally he got it right and as he is standing there, the DI tells him that he must now perform a Eulogy for this poor departed Cigarette Butt.

The private gave the eulogy and the DI made the private bury the butt.

A couple of hours later the deed was done (did I mention that the entire time this is going on, the rest of the platoon is still standing at attention?)

The DI finally dismissed the platoon and as the guilty private started to run off the DI barked.

C'MERE YOU!!

Where the hell do you think YOU are goin?

The private, sweating and scared tried to respond coherently. The DI cut him off.

"Listen Maggot, if you think for one minute that you are going to pollute my Marine Corps Deck with your scummy Cigarette Butt, you are sadly mistaken. NOW DIG IT UP AND TOSS IT IN THE SHITCAN WHERE IT BELONGS!!"

Semper Fi :)


7 posted on 08/26/2004 8:09:22 AM PDT by Leatherneck_MT (Goodnight Chesty, wherever you may be.)
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To: Preech1

If your friends have the time and strength to write you from Marine boot camp...something's very wrong....LOL


8 posted on 08/26/2004 9:23:49 AM PDT by ken5050 (Bill Clinton has just signed to be the national spokesman for Hummer..)
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To: Leatherneck_MT

Your story sounds plausible, but no Drill Instructor would have called the young man a private. When in boot camp, one is referred to as a RECRUIT.


9 posted on 08/26/2004 10:15:33 AM PDT by GSWarrior
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To: Preech1

I was at Ft. Knox during basic. Out on bivoac one rainy night a buddy of mine went out to pinch a loaf. Unfortunately, said loaf rolled into his pants. He then proceeded to perform clean up with the closest vegetation which happened to be poison ivy.


10 posted on 08/26/2004 10:21:05 AM PDT by tje
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To: GSWarrior

Last I heard, at PI, 2nd Battalion recruits were called "Privates" instead of "recruits." One of my brothers went through 2nd Bn, and it was that way in 1990. Of course, we had no access to cigarettes in 1992, as far as I know, in ANY battalion. :)


11 posted on 08/26/2004 10:27:08 AM PDT by outlawcam (No time to waste. Now get moving.)
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To: outlawcam

I am interested because I was trying to describe "Boot Camp" to my kids, and since I was never in it, I wanted some input from you folks...


12 posted on 08/26/2004 10:35:45 AM PDT by Preech1 ("Touch not the cat, but the glove..." Clan MacPherson)
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To: GSWarrior

"Your story sounds plausible, but no Drill Instructor would have called the young man a private. When in boot camp, one is referred to as a RECRUIT."

Hmm, our Drill Instructors called us "Private" quite frequently.


13 posted on 08/26/2004 11:08:23 AM PDT by Leatherneck_MT (Goodnight Chesty, wherever you may be.)
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To: Preech1

I have two, although the first was just my ignorance or stupidity.

First, joined the Navy in April of 78. I went to Boot Camp at Great Lakes, IL (40 miles north of Chicago) on 26 April.
It was 78 degrees in Raleigh when I got on the plane, and all I had was jeans and a t-shirt. You can imagine what I encountered when I got to Chicago that night.

Second, when we marched, two recruits marched in the rear of the column who were "road guards." The road guards were required, when ordered, to sprint to the head of the column and post themselves in the street that the company was to cross, to stop any traffic. There were some places where you had to dodge items on the sidewalk when posting, because there was not enough room. My fellow road guard had a habit of hurtling a certain fire hydrant at one point on the base. One time he was unable to gain enough "altitude" to clear the hydrant, and cracked his jewels! Funny for us, not funny for him!

Navy boot camp was nowhere near as bad as I expected, after hearing stories from my brother-in-law (Marines, vietnam era) and my Dad (Army, WWII). It was mostly head games.


14 posted on 08/26/2004 11:11:41 AM PDT by fredhead (War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it - Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman)
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To: Leatherneck_MT

Things probably change from era to era. My DIs were quite insistent about us not thinking of ourselves as privates until we had graduated.


15 posted on 08/26/2004 11:39:00 AM PDT by GSWarrior
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To: Preech1

There was a guy in my platoon who was trying to get of the Boot Camp by always urinating on himself. To prove he was not faking, whoever was on firewatch had to wake him up at night every hour on the hour, walk with him into the head, check off on a form whether he had peed or not.


16 posted on 08/26/2004 11:44:30 AM PDT by GSWarrior
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To: Preech1
In that case, here's another good one.

Enjoy!

17 posted on 08/26/2004 11:44:31 AM PDT by outlawcam (No time to waste. Now get moving.)
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To: Leatherneck_MT
My dad..was a DI at Camp Pendleton during the Korean War.

I remember him telling me a version of the story you just related...but I think it was a bug that some boot swatted & killed...and then made them dig it up again...after telling the boot that they had buried it face down.

FRegards,

18 posted on 08/26/2004 11:50:14 AM PDT by Osage Orange (Not all of us are sheep.............................................................................)
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To: GSWarrior
Your story sounds plausible, but no Drill Instructor would have called the young man a private.

In the Army you could get pushups for calling a DI "Sir".

19 posted on 08/26/2004 11:54:20 AM PDT by js1138 (Speedy architect of perfect labyrinths.)
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To: Leatherneck_MT
"SIR PRIVATE SMITH REPORTING AS ORDERED SIR!"

An Army drill sergeant would have dropped him for 20 after that.

"YOU DO NOT CALL ME SIR ! - I WORK FOR A LIVING !"

A drill sergeant's title in the Army is "Drill Sergeant" regardless of actual rank, from E-5 to E-9. The Smokey the Bear hat is their badge of rank, which is of course, next to God.

20 posted on 08/26/2004 12:08:14 PM PDT by jimt
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To: jimt

An Army drill sergeant would have dropped him for 20 after that.


Therein lies one of the major differences between the Army and Marines.

We teach our Recruits to say Sir repeatedly. Not showing due respect to an officer is a major No No and this drills it into their heads.

If you've ever watched Full Metal Jacket, R Lee Ermy illustrates this very accurately when he says

"The First word out of your filthy holes will be Sir, and the LAST word out will be Sir. Do you maggots understand that?"

Semper Fi


21 posted on 08/26/2004 1:04:42 PM PDT by Leatherneck_MT (Goodnight Chesty, wherever you may be.)
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To: Leatherneck_MT; jimt

Same in the Navy, at least when I went. All Company Commanders were "sir". Like Leatherneck says, prepares you for dealing with officers. And identifies you as boot when you get out to the fleet and forget and a call a PO1 or CPO "sir".


22 posted on 08/26/2004 5:00:26 PM PDT by GATOR NAVY
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To: Preech1

Here is sort of post boot camp story.

At RTC Orlando, when it came for "cycling" (punishment PT), they would often send a Company Commander from another division to lead the workout. The most feared CC when I was there a big black CPO. We didn't know his real name, everyone called him Ide Amin.

Fast forward 2 months. After I left boot camp I went to "A" school and then reported to my first ship. We were waiting for the ship to finish construction and be commissioned. Our Chief was at a school when we (4 of us) got there and we didn't meet or see him for 2 weeks. When he walked through the door the first time we just about crapped our pants...it was Ide Amin! We thought we were dead meat, but he turned out to be a great Chief. He said "That was boot camp, this is the fleet".


23 posted on 08/26/2004 5:09:01 PM PDT by GATOR NAVY
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To: Preech1

Once upon a time, this boot went to camp with all the other shoes in the neighborhood...


24 posted on 08/26/2004 5:13:40 PM PDT by irishtenor (Taglines are the bonus at the end of the message :>))
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To: GSWarrior; ken5050; RaceBannon; tet68
When in boot camp, one is referred to as a RECRUIT.

In 1966 at MCRD, we didn't even get that title...We were simply "Maggot, Pukeface, Scumbag, Sweetheart, Foureyes", etc until probably the last couple of weeks.

I have one to add: I requested, and was granted permission for, an "emergency head call" one Sunday while we were outside our Quonset Huts cleaning our gear. I got the OK, and doubletimed it to the huge "restroom"....I came upon an entire platoon of Newbies who were maybe just finishing week-1. They had three guys surrounded, in formation, as the three sat upon the thrones, pants around their ankles.

(Background: The DI's are always asking about things like "Have you maggots had your first dump yet??", along with more muldane stuff about hamstrings, achilles tendons, etc.)

Apparently threse three had NOT had their first perch after a week aboard, so the DI's had their platoon at attention, listening to the command: "Grunt! In cadence, platoon...GRUNT!!!...Grunt, cadence, Grunt" I quickly decided I didn't really have to pee that bad, and bolted back to my area to the tones of an entire platoon "grunting in cadence" to help those three poor maggots loosen their sphincters.

25 posted on 08/26/2004 6:19:23 PM PDT by ErnBatavia ("Dork"; a 60's term for a 60's kinda guy: JFK)
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To: ErnBatavia

A good tablespoon of Wisk detergent would have worked
wonders, it did in our platoon.

Once one of the guys got a large tin of homemade cookies,
of course the DI's had to deal with this so figuring that
there really wasn't enought to go around 90 guys, they let
him have them all. He was really happy too for about 20 seconds, as they made him eat them all right then, AND
as it was a kinda party, lit him a BIG cigar and got him
a canteen cup of hot water incase he got thirsty.

Man was he sick!



We were over in the Third Battalion in the new cinder block
barracks in 65, when you needed to speak to a Drill instructor
and he was in his "House". You had to stand with your right
shoulder against the wall next to his door and hit the wall
over your head HARD with your left hand. At the end of the
cycle they brought in masons to replace the crumbling blocks.

Pukes, you will now begin the manual of Footlocker Arms.
Preeeeeeeeeeeesent Footlockers!
Riiiiiight Shoulder Footlockers!
Orrrrrrrrrder Footlockers!
Repeat.
Kind of sloppy there maggot, try doing it with your poncho
on, that will help!"
You girls are Awfull!
Maybe you'd like to do it with your weapons?
Sir, YES SIR!
Alllllll right Laaaadies!
Now.
Bunkmates stand back to back!
Orrrder Arms.
Attach Bayonets!
Presennnnnt Arms!
Right shoulder Arms
Left shoulder Arms
Repeat etc, etc.

I think back and it's a wonder I survived.


26 posted on 08/26/2004 6:36:47 PM PDT by tet68 ( " We would not die in that man's company, that fears his fellowship to die with us...." Henry V.)
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To: irishtenor

Once upon a time, this boot went to camp with all the other shoes in the neighborhood...

This boot hahaha.

Scum, you don't know your left boot from your right?
(taking out paint brush) IT's the YELLOW ONE!!!
Now MOVE!


27 posted on 08/26/2004 6:39:00 PM PDT by tet68 ( " We would not die in that man's company, that fears his fellowship to die with us...." Henry V.)
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To: Preech1
Boot Camp Stories anyone?

As they say, "I got a million of 'em"...but here's a little post-boot camp ditty.

I grew up in the Los Angeles area, and after graduation from MCRD in San Diego, I'd take the Greyhound from Oceanbag (aka Oceanside to those unfamiliar with that town's scuzziness then) to L.A. on Friday night and then back on Sunday night. One of the regular drivers got a hoot out of telling me that he got saluted almost daily by the 'fresh out of boot' kids.....(I haven't been on a Greyhound bus since the 60's, but then they really actually wore their bus drivers' uniforms and matching hats)

28 posted on 08/26/2004 6:39:01 PM PDT by ErnBatavia ("Dork"; a 60's term for a 60's kinda guy: JFK)
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To: Preech1

Too young to have gone to real bootcamp yet, but have gone to sea cadet bootcamp (see profile page).

We had a serious problem with skunks at this bootcamp. The staff cadets liked to chase skunks on their time off. One night, all the staff cadets are there and this one decides to show off and throw his cover (hat) at the skunk. Unfortunately for him, it landed on the skunk and the skunk ran away with it. He never got it back, and they had to give him a new one.

There were 6 companies at this bootcamp, and it was always a race to see who could be first in the chowline. One morning, we managed to be first, but we had to let a couple companies cut us because they had to go somewhere. Well, that was ok, we let them. But then Charlie company tried to cut us, and they didn't have to go anywhere. So our ACC (assistant company commander) grabbed our guidon and just managed to make it in line ahead of Charlie's guidon and Charlie company. So picture this. There are 3 companies (Alpha, Echo, and Delta. I was in Foxtrot.) Then after the last recruit in Alpha is our ACC with our guidon, then Charlie's guidon and Charlie company. Bravo was off somewhere doing something. Then our ACC shouts out, "Foxtrot company, fallout and form up behind your guidon!" So we all run and collide with Charlie and are trying to push them out of the way. It is just our luck that the CO (Commanding Officer) comes out then and sees us. He practically jumps 5 feet and runs over with this hilarious look on his face, shouting. He shouted at our ACC, "What the **** is going on here?" She said as calmly as possible, "Foxtrot company is forming up behind their guidon." His face sorta twisted and squirmed and glowered as he looked us over. He finally made Charlie back up, and we got to cut them. We had a PT Party that night, but I thought it was worth it.


29 posted on 08/26/2004 6:42:39 PM PDT by minor49er
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To: harrycarey; Preech1
At Ft. Knox, we had a guy in boot camp that walked and talked in his sleep.

At RTC Orlando, I had fire watch one night and listened to two guys in adjacent racks talking to each other in their sleep.

30 posted on 08/26/2004 6:43:38 PM PDT by CFC__VRWC (Back in business after Charley.)
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To: tet68
A good tablespoon of Wisk detergent

Haa!! That's the brand they issued us, along with the scrub brush, for "laundry day"...that and that damned Barbisol shaving lather.

I've never used either brand since. Some memories just stick and suck.

"I want every swinging dick on the puh-toon street in thirty seconds! Move!!!!!"

31 posted on 08/26/2004 6:44:59 PM PDT by ErnBatavia ("Dork"; a 60's term for a 60's kinda guy: JFK)
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To: Preech1

Sand Hill, Ft. Benning, GA. 1990

It was hot. We did lots of pushups. Got to shoot some stuff. Marched everydamnwhere. Had a Puerto Rican Drill I never could understand. One Sunday morning as we were in formation he made the call for those going to Sunday services. I still remember him ordering those going to services into line so he could "March them to the G-damn church!"


32 posted on 08/26/2004 7:05:21 PM PDT by Grumpy Bear
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To: tet68

It must have been the right one, because the other one left... :>)


33 posted on 08/26/2004 7:09:11 PM PDT by irishtenor (Taglines are the bonus at the end of the message :>))
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To: ErnBatavia

If you recall, Paris Island in the early 60's was being torn apart by the USMC brass, after the little incident when several DI's took recruits out for a little extra motivation..several drowned in the river, and several died after of exposure..just as things wreew gettign back to "normal" whatever the hell that is, PI started to gear up for the huge influx of Vietnan-era recruits..and of course, the first, and god -I-hope-never-again -LAST time the Corrps took draftees...


34 posted on 08/26/2004 7:30:09 PM PDT by ken5050 (Bill Clinton has just signed to be the national spokesman for Hummer..)
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To: GSWarrior

Not true, I was called Private many times in 1977, however, Recruit was more often heard.


35 posted on 08/26/2004 10:26:26 PM PDT by RaceBannon (KERRY FLED . . . WHILE GOOD MEN BLED!!)
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To: Preech1

Rent the movie FULL METAL JACKET.

It is not a movie, it is a documentary of Parris Island in the 1960's.

Also, I remember Jack Webb's THE DI ws pretty good, the closest Hollywood would ever get was FULL METAL JACKET

Do not rent any modern movie other than those.

I did see a TV movie 3 or 4 years ago that was a good one, well played.


36 posted on 08/26/2004 10:28:43 PM PDT by RaceBannon (KERRY FLED . . . WHILE GOOD MEN BLED!!)
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To: Preech1

Ask me again after Nov. 24th....thats my ship date to basic training.


37 posted on 08/26/2004 10:31:07 PM PDT by Blue Scourge (Off I go into the Wild Blue Yonder...)
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To: Preech1

Ft. Jackson, SC 1984

I remember my platoon driving our Drill Sgt. nuts!
We couldn't shoot, We couldn't do PT, but we kept a Damn clean barracks, Bunch of GOD D@*&^% Maids! :)


38 posted on 08/27/2004 1:06:00 AM PDT by elder5 (This Teamster SUPPORTS PRESIDENT BUSH!)
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To: Preech1; Old Sarge
Old Sarge, you may want to weigh in on this as well.

I went thru boot camp at Fort Dix, NJ in 72 as a member of the National Guard. There were quite a other guard trainees as well. Every other weekend, we would have riot training.

One weekend, we went to the (tear) gas training area. We threw gas grenades and shot them thru building fronts for the training. There was no wind that morning, and the gas accumulated against a grove of trees. Just before noon, the wind picked up and moved the tear gas cloud into the air. A few minutes later, the DIs got a call from HQ. They were instructed to CEASE operations immediately.

The Commanding General (CG) from McGuire AFB called the CG at Ft. Dix and told him we had shut down operations at the control tower. End of story? No.

We were trucked back to the base and turned in the protective masks and headed for the barracks. We had so much gas residue on our uniforms and bodies, we decided to shower.

The gas did not bother us much, as we had been exposed to quite a bit for 4 - 5 hours. As anyone having knowledge of tear gas, the minute we got into the showers, gas vapors started to flood the barracks. Everyone in the barracks started evacuating the rooms, except the ones who had been to the gas range. The DIs were pi$$ed to say the least. They thought we had thrown a gas grenade in the barracks.

39 posted on 08/27/2004 8:42:37 AM PDT by Arrowhead1952 (kerry and the RATs can't stand facts or truth.)
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To: Arrowhead1952; Preech1; RaceBannon; Blue Scourge; minor49er

Thanks for the PING, Sarmajor!

I never went through the common bond experience known as Basic Training. I was a Commissioned Officer through Army ROTC.

My "training experience" was Advanced Camp at Fort Bragg in the summer of '83. It was a watered-down version of AIT. Not knowing what to expect, Pop had been through Great Lakes in '49, and he schooled me in all the things he went through back in the day. I was thus better prepared than the other college boys.

Well, we actually had DI's, resplendant with Smokey Hats, as instructors, and they were under strict orders not to treat the cadets as recruits, but as potential officers. You could see the seething frustration in their eyes, as they longed to give these kids the chewing they deserved!

But there I was, giving every proper response, and showing the DI's their proper deferrence. They didn't fail to notice one pro-trained kid amongst all the pampered ones. Thanks again, Pop!

Bragg that summer, was ticks, heat, and untrained kids trying to keep up with the 82nd ABN. A lot made it; a few didn't. But it laid the foundation for a lifetime of learning from mistakes, and never stopping to rest.


40 posted on 08/27/2004 9:10:59 AM PDT by Old Sarge (ZOT 'em all, let MOD sort 'em out!)
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To: Old Sarge
My boot camp was from Sep - Dec of 72. The ONLY snow we saw at Ft. Dix, was when we were on overnight bivouac and at the record fire range the next day.
41 posted on 08/27/2004 9:15:00 AM PDT by Arrowhead1952 (kerry and the RATs can't stand facts or truth.)
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To: Preech1

bump


42 posted on 08/30/2004 12:57:20 PM PDT by lowbridge
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To: Arrowhead1952

Yes, I too took my boot camp at Fort Dix, NJ in 72. I had that old wooden barrack with one on top and with one on the bottom together. I remember that (tear-gas)LOL. I was one of the Hawaii Army National Guard. My basic buddy call me "Pineapple" because I was from Hawaii. I am try to find if you have your basic yearbook 72-? If so could you look to see if that yearbook have me in it?. My Initials is P.P
could let me know.


43 posted on 10/28/2004 12:55:33 PM PDT by seariders
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To: Preech1

I visited my nephew at Parris Island in September at his graduation. In the corner of his barracks was a list of names of his chain of command. Trouble is, it had a misspelling for the Secretary of Defense, as "The Honorable Mr. Runsfel."

I asked my nephew if I should write a letter to the commander, and he turned white and said NO. LOL


44 posted on 10/28/2004 1:00:23 PM PDT by rudy45
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To: seariders

Welcome to FR. I didn't get a yearbook. I was in BCT from Sep 15 (or close to that) until Dec. I was in the brick barracks at the end of McGuire AFB runway. I'll never forget the company, B-5-3, as that was part of the cadence.


45 posted on 10/28/2004 1:05:22 PM PDT by Arrowhead1952 (The party affiliation with a (D) stands for DUMBER!)
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To: Preech1
I am an osvet, which means I've been in more than one branch of service, thus the website www.osvet.com. Go ahead and click on "Army Page" and pilfer through all my photos of boot camp at Ft Knox, Kentucky.
If you don't want to do all of that, then here's one. We had a fellow named PVT Ruiz, who we called "Cokeman" for a very important reason. Early into boot camp, he decided that he was thirsty and wanted to get a soda. So, he woke up in the middle of the night, broke through a drywall barrier on our floor of the barracks (some permanent-party personnel stayed on the other side). He then ran down the stairs on the opposite end of the barracks, ran down the hall on the first floor, and ever-so-carefully snuck into the Drill Sergeant's Lounge and got a soda out of the soda machine.

Of course he got caught, and his punishment was that he had to stand at attention in front of the bulletin board in front of the Drill Sergeant's Lounge, and report back to the Drill Sergeant as soon as one of the notices on the board moved. After about an hour of standing at attention in front of the bulletin board, he "suddenly" came to the realization that none of the notices were going to move. So, that's what he reported to the Drill Sergeant.

"Drill Sergeant, nothing on the bulletin board has moved."

"Thank you, Private, that's all I wanted to know. Now go to bed.""
46 posted on 07/07/2005 7:25:18 PM PDT by D. S. Pope ("Mad Dog Joe" D. S. Pope)
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