[rfreedom4u]

When I was stationed at Fort Riley, Kansas, I knew a couple guys who met a homeless girl who was quite attractive. They let her live in their barracks room with them. They would share her with each other and finally got caught when they decided to share her with Soldiers from other rooms.

On barracks inspection days she would hide in a wall locker.

[Larry Lucido]

That’s why you never date a chick who is too big to fit into a wall locker.

[silverleaf]

This is happening now in base housing at a local military installation

A guy who,is deployed “ rented” his barracks room to a couple of locals

[lacrew]

When I was at FT Riley, a young boy in his underwear came running out of a SFC’s room one morning - bad news.

But as this was being investigated, it was discovered that he had completely falsified paperwork that he had attended ANOC, and he never should have been promoted to SFC. Quite a con man.

[IYAS9YAS]

On barracks inspection days she would hide in a wall locker.

Hmmm. Even the Chair Force knew to open wall lockers on inspection days. Someone was slacking.

[TADSLOS]

When I arrived at my first duty assignment with the 25th ID, I had a PVT assigned to my platoon who was noticeably older than his peers. I didn't give it much thought, as this was just after Vietnam and some junior enlisted soldiers in our unit had been E-5 and E-6 NCOs at one point. His nickname was "Pops", and by all accounts he was a good soldier. Never in trouble, always where he needed to be, always in uniform, etc...

Six months later, our light infantry battalion is conducting its ARTEP up in the Kahuku range of Oahu. Morning of Day six, I am informed by my PSG that "Pops" is missing. My first thought is that he fell into one of the many steep and deep ravines during the night that the Kahukus are famous for. The ARTEP came to an admin halt. We spent all day looking for "Pops". Finally received word that HPD picked him up about 10 miles away walking down the highway heading towards Haleiwa with his M-16 in hand.

The rest of the story unfolded by the time our unit RTB'd back to Schofield the next day. "Pops" was never in the US Army. He was a homeless guy a group of enlisted guys in our unit had "adopted" the previous year. They outfitted him with uniforms, forged assignment orders for him to get him on the company rolls, brought him into the barracks and chipped in to give him spending money.

I'm sure "Pops" thought he had hit the jackpot. Three hots and a cot, clothing, safety and security on post, some spending money....until he hit the Kahukus carrying full battle rattle, then he decided that being a bum was much easier.