Back in the 70s when I went to Army basic, pocket cameras were all the rage and I loved photography. Army fatigues have TONS of pockets, so I would snap a pic and shove it back into one of the cargo pockets. The DIs (drill instructors) could tell someone had taken a picture, but could never tell where it came from or who it was. I found out at the end of training that they STILL didn't know that it was me.
The guy with the name Wick which reminded me of this story from the story of the guy named Quick. Our division had a guy with the last name of that. We honestly didn’t believe his name until he showed us his state DL, his birth certificate, and his passport because he got crap for not being real many of times so to avoid drama of explaining he would just show the documents when people would freak out that his birth given name was “Steel Dick Wick”. I told him when he has a son he has to name him Titanium Dick Wick or some other super strong badass space age metals to be named after. His wife didn’t like the idea until he got to see her and the entire division nearly told her they need to continue on that naming tradition because it is awesome.
I loudly told off my DI during Basic. He refused to pronounce my name properly. Our Captain was standing behind him, grinning at me as I told the DI that I would not respond, if he didn't call me by my family's name. He told me that I was too stupid to know how to pronounce my name. I grinned and told him, "I could mispronounce your name in a dozen ways that would piss you off, but I'm not a child, like you!" That was when our Captain took over, and read him the riot act. The DI was pissed off that I had tested out of the hardest Electronics school in the US Army, while I was in Basic. I was the only GI to ever do this The average score was 20%, since no one had ever finished this test. My score was over 93%, and I had completed the 135 minute test in 17 minutes.
I don’t know why, but the story about the guy saluting a squirrel almost killed me I don’t. It was just so funny and kind of ridiculous. It makes me afraid for the country.
When I went to boot camp I remember a guy trying to pay me $20 to rub icy hot from above my junk to the taint and I knew that would be horrible but I tossed in $50 on top of the $20 and finally a guy did it for $250 and he was screaming and crying most of the night in the shower until the DI/RDC came back in the morning when he was sent to medical for being an idiot. He screamed “my balls are burning” most of the night and he became known as HotBalls the rest of the time.
So I just came back from basic training for the US Army and have a story. It was around white phase (week 6), where we no longer had drill sergeants present in our bays to establish discipline or order and were entrusted to take matters in our own hands. Well, in my platoon some idiots thought it would be a good idea to use the leftover pillows in our bay and have a pillow fight. It started with just two or three guys running around smacking the fuck outta eachother with pillows, but this shit went on for more weeks with no fucks given to the point where about ten guys would partake in it, and even going to the other platoon/bay situated a floor below ours. So in our final week of BCT, the idiots started their usual pillow fight however some other guys from the neighboring platoon joined in with the fight. Some going as far as to put on combat helmets and IOTVs (bullet proof vests) and start charging through crowds like football players. Well, a full-on brawl broke out with like twenty-something guys from both platoons fighting eachother with pillows and wearing Army gear. The fight went all the way out into the main stairwell where there was a huge window that extended from the floor to ceiling, making it easy for anybody outside to witness it. So imagine walking around outside the building and seeing in the window a bunch of idiots in combat gear smacking eachother with pillows, a half-naked guy within the fight wearing just a towel and using his laundry bag as a substitute, and one guy picking up an entire mattress and throwing it down the stairs. Well that's exactly what one drill sergeant who happened to be outside saw and immediately notified the senior drill sergeant who was in office that night. Meanwhile I was in the far side of the bay away from the fight cuz I wanted nothing to do with it, and me & my buddy's attempts to stop the brawl were futile. So while I was chilling at the corner, suddenly I hear the angrier senior drill sergeant scream "EVERYBODY DOWN STAIRS" followed by silence and privates immediately running. We all had to form up downstairs and were ordered to do exercises such as pushups, arching/sagging our backs, squats, until those involved in the fight confessed. They were forced to run eight laps (two miles) around a track and slapped with counseling. The kid who started the pillow fight was kicked out the platoon and moved, ironically, to the rival platoon he had been fighting with, where they welcomed him with open arms.
Was at boot camp at the end of COVID so we had to quarantine for the first two weeks, as we were about to head out we had a big roll call and there was this brand new RDC calling out the names, and he says “Dees where is recruit Dees” we thought he was fucking with us cause we had never seen this guy “he said alright no recruit Dees” then about twenty minutes later this guy comes running in and the RDC asks “who are you “ and this kid huffing and puffing “Dees Petty Officer” I shit you not every single person was holding back hard.
Just after I got out of the Marines my brother was in army reserves and asked me if I wanted to be Santa Claus for his unit Christmas party. I went to his unit in my civilian clothes. The Capt started yelling at me for not being in uniform. I tell him that I don't have to take orders from him. He was trying to give me hell then my brother came into the office and said Sir this is my brother he is playing Santa Claus for us. You should have seen his face when he knew what that he screwed up
There are probably a bunch of stories out there about me. Often our chow line was watched over by DIs from other companies. When I was feeling frosty, I'd ask the closest babysitting DI the dumbest question I could think of. Real Gomer like. They'd lose their minds. Go nuts screaming at me, and make me do push-ups, which I needed to do anyways. Those around me would just look at me mystified, as they knew I was intelligent. It never occurred to them that I was playing mind games with the DIs. The hardest part was not breaking character and laughing. good fun.
When my father was at San Diego, the DI started pulling guys out of the barracks at night to do PT for no reason. However, he was only allowed to pull four recruits out at a time. So, all the recruits in the barracks get out of bed, and start doing PT with the others. The DI told them to go inside, where he then told the recruits that was his proudest moment as a DI
I'd heard that story on one of these type videos before and I didn't even care it was a repetition, it's my favourite story! Love the mental image of the thickly accented French Canadian lady demanding Mr Fluffy!
basically the ice cream boy will make an excellent soldier he has no fear and the courage to do what no one else would do someone like that has a great career in the military ahead of him but will probably remain under observation even after his honorable discharge
There was this idiot in my platoon when I was in reception, for those that don’t know you go to reception for a week to get your uniforms and everything then you get on the bus to your basic training barracks… In the Army might not be that way for other branches, anyway he was the most obnoxious “person” you would have ever met. After we were sent to basic training he wasn’t in my platoon anymore but he was in the same company, after only maybe 1 1/2 weeks he proceeds to have 5 SHARP (Sexual Harassment/Assault Response Prevention) offenses against him. He was instantly signed off, obviously not to be recycled, but to be kicked out for good. He would have to spend the remainder of basic training with two Soldiers around him at all times. It sucks being in basic training but you learn a hell of a lot of useful information and get paid, while he wasn’t learning anything cool (Firing rifles, roping down from towers , offering first aid to wounded combatants). He still had to deal with the Drill Sergeants screaming in his face and getting up early. He once told us a story about his cuck of a cousin… So I’m gonna guess he doesn’t come from a family of morals and decent character. His name was Alejandra. For anyone not familiar with basic training, if you decide to quit at any point during you don’t just go home… There’s a ton of paper work to enlist and a whole lot more paper work to get out, it took me about 1 1/2 months of paper work to get in and about 6 months of meetings and more paper work to get out after 8 years. If you quit during basic you’re kept until your paperwork is finished meaning you still have to get up early be outside all day in the heat/cold and do what you’re told.
Hey buddy, ready to laugh even harder? Pretty sure that was a Navy boot camp story. So that wouldn't be "Private Guzzler", it would be "Seamen Guzzler"
Not my story but in my BCT my commander had apparently climbed on top of the female lockers and acted like an ape and rocked the locker until it fell over and he had jumped to one of the bunks nearby, he was a small agile man probably about 5'2" and built like a truck
This reminds me of a time I was in basic at fort Leonard wood. We just finished family day and this was the night before graduation and well my wife had snuck me a nicotine pod. I had fire guard with my bunk mate and we were having a good time chilling and smoking my pod. Well nearing the end of our shift one of our guys woke himself up with his own fart and had hit his head on the top bunk. Anyways me and my battle buddy sat there in shocked silence looking at him trying our hardest not to laugh when he rolls out of his bunk only for his legs to not work and he falls off the bunk onto the floor. At this point both me and my battle had to walk into our latrine and laugh uncontrollably for the next 15 minutes until it was time to get the next shift. Though afterwards we could sleep cause we’d be silent for a while until one of us felt the other shaking the bed in laughter. Least to say that we had a good last night of fireguard together
They always say that it is a bad thing if the Drills know your name on the first day. We had a guy in my training company named Wong. I think they knew his name before he even stepped off the bus.
I had a few: 1. In processing, guy freaks out about how much he does to do to make it from in processing to basic and tries to escape base. Drill Sergeants find him an hour later and when found the guy says “he’s trying to find Jesus”. One of the drill sergeants responds “Clearly if you took this long trying to find him, clearly you won’t make it out of basic”. The guy gets dishonorable discharge. 2. The base I was at was considered lax compared to others. After one evening mail call, a female soldier gets a box of tampons shipped from her mom. Inside of it was candy. However, drill sergeants get suspicious when a few other female soldiers are fighting over the original soldier’s box of tampons and discovers the candy, causing all the female soldiers to get smoked after most had already taken their shower. 3. Overnight duties. 1 time a male soldier and I were to be on watch with 2 female soldiers from a different platoon. To pass the time, I was going over NFL rosters to keep myself occupied while also staying alert for the Drill Sergeant on overnight watch. My battle buddy was also awake, and noticed the female soldiers asleep behind the large guard duty desk. Before he went to wake them up, the drill sergeant, who both he and I hadn’t initially noticed, decided that since he saw both female soldiers asleep, that he would low crawl past them and pretend to slit their throats. When the drill sergeant saw both my battle buddy and I noticing him, he had a finger to his lips, so we kept silent while he did that. 4. This one was all me. Before ending up to get the rifle qualifications, I hadn’t done well enough for a few days prior and was nervous about my possible performance. However, I had barely anything to eat or drink prior to getting to the range, so I watched rifles for 4 other soldiers in my platoon while they used the facilities. The problem was I gave the one female soldier my rifle and I had hers. When my part of the platoon was on the range, I felt strangely calm and a little confident. Needless to say, I was surprised that I passed first time with a 32/40 (not having gotten better than 20 the days prior) and I was the only one in that part of the platoon to pass first time go. The first sergeant was worried that I would hit him with the barrel of the rifle with excitement and also said to me “I’ll be damned. The discombobulated (his favorite word) soldier got his *hit together and was one of the better marksmen”. When the female soldier finally checked the rifle she had, she found out it was the one I was assigned and asked the drill sergeants for another try for 1st time go (which they allowed). I also said “If need be, I’ll requalify again cause that’s not right to her.” The one drill sergeant in a different platoon said “You’re fine. It’s actually more impressive that you passed with someone else’s rifle.” 5. Final FTX. A few things. 1. It was so foggy after the perimeter meeting with the drill sergeants that I couldn’t find where my battle buddy had set up camp and said “Sht! Drill sergeants, Private is lost”. Find out for 15 minutes I was parallel to my camp. 2. A drill sergeant from a different company goes walking on a trail that separates his company from the company I was in. With wearing the equivalent of laser tag gear, 1 part of my company sees him and fires unrelenting. This completely ticks off that drill sergeant to where he wants to file as many dishonorable discharges as he can claim. That’s when one of my company’s drill sergeants goes up to him and says “We told them to shoot at spies and trespassers. Do it again, and we’ll allow some to switch to dummy rounds”. Dude was seething, but he came to his sense enough that he walked away 3. Last morning of the final FTX, and the drill sergeants let us know that we had to have our shelter half stashed away, our foxhole fully dug and for it to be reasonably camouflaged. This way, we could focus on getting our Bivouac gear on for when they spread the noxious gas. My buddy and I were fine (mostly cause I did the majority of digging and gathered supplies, but it was hidden very well). I find out later that 3 sets of soldiers didn’t. 1 set of female soldiers were asleep in their shelter half when the drill sergeants sprayed the gas in their direction, causing them to panic as the gas continued to build. A 2nd set of female soldiers also failed cause after waking up to the smell of the noxious gas, the 1 female soldier panicked and ran straight into a tree while the other sat up in the shelter half, repeating “OMG” for a few minutes. The guy group that failed had 1 of the few M-249’s. The one guy, who after waking up in the shelter half, stole both sets of bivouac gear and the M-249 while the other was scrambling around looking for his own gear. Fun times at Ft “Relaxin” Jackson.
14:41 I remember seeing this and wishing that something like that we’re to happen to me and then the next day after I watched that I literally witnessed my extremely strict gym teacher who used to be a firefighter do the cotton eye Joe dance, and I don’t think I’ve ever been the same since
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…is it just me or does this comment say made 12 days ago when this vid was only posted 3 hrs ago…?
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The answer to the question would you like to come over and have a beer with me and have some adult fun time with my wife is definitely sir, yes sir.
Back in the 70s when I went to Army basic, pocket cameras were all the rage and I loved photography. Army fatigues have TONS of pockets, so I would snap a pic and shove it back into one of the cargo pockets. The DIs (drill instructors) could tell someone had taken a picture, but could never tell where it came from or who it was. I found out at the end of training that they STILL didn't know that it was me.
Oh wow! You must have tons of awesome pictures, I bet your platoon mates must’ve laughed whenever you did it.
The guy with the name Wick which reminded me of this story from the story of the guy named Quick. Our division had a guy with the last name of that. We honestly didn’t believe his name until he showed us his state DL, his birth certificate, and his passport because he got crap for not being real many of times so to avoid drama of explaining he would just show the documents when people would freak out that his birth given name was “Steel Dick Wick”. I told him when he has a son he has to name him Titanium Dick Wick or some other super strong badass space age metals to be named after. His wife didn’t like the idea until he got to see her and the entire division nearly told her they need to continue on that naming tradition because it is awesome.
I loudly told off my DI during Basic. He refused to pronounce my name properly. Our Captain was standing behind him, grinning at me as I told the DI that I would not respond, if he didn't call me by my family's name. He told me that I was too stupid to know how to pronounce my name. I grinned and told him, "I could mispronounce your name in a dozen ways that would piss you off, but I'm not a child, like you!" That was when our Captain took over, and read him the riot act.
The DI was pissed off that I had tested out of the hardest Electronics school in the US Army, while I was in Basic. I was the only GI to ever do this The average score was 20%, since no one had ever finished this test. My score was over 93%, and I had completed the 135 minute test in 17 minutes.
I don’t know why, but the story about the guy saluting a squirrel almost killed me I don’t. It was just so funny and kind of ridiculous. It makes me afraid for the country.
It was the Mr fluffy one that got me 😂😂😂
@@clumsycolours1677 yes, that one was pretty funny too but I don’t know why the squirrel got me
I started listening to this video in the office, squirrel story came around, I had to close the video and walk out so I could laugh loud
Id be done. We have to salute magpies in Ireland to ward off bad luck
@@Babihrse what is a magpie? I never heard of that.
Last one WHAT DID THEY DO AFTER YOU ATE ALL THE ICE CREAM
When I went to boot camp I remember a guy trying to pay me $20 to rub icy hot from above my junk to the taint and I knew that would be horrible but I tossed in $50 on top of the $20 and finally a guy did it for $250 and he was screaming and crying most of the night in the shower until the DI/RDC came back in the morning when he was sent to medical for being an idiot. He screamed “my balls are burning” most of the night and he became known as HotBalls the rest of the time.
So I just came back from basic training for the US Army and have a story. It was around white phase (week 6), where we no longer had drill sergeants present in our bays to establish discipline or order and were entrusted to take matters in our own hands.
Well, in my platoon some idiots thought it would be a good idea to use the leftover pillows in our bay and have a pillow fight. It started with just two or three guys running around smacking the fuck outta eachother with pillows, but this shit went on for more weeks with no fucks given to the point where about ten guys would partake in it, and even going to the other platoon/bay situated a floor below ours.
So in our final week of BCT, the idiots started their usual pillow fight however some other guys from the neighboring platoon joined in with the fight. Some going as far as to put on combat helmets and IOTVs (bullet proof vests) and start charging through crowds like football players.
Well, a full-on brawl broke out with like twenty-something guys from both platoons fighting eachother with pillows and wearing Army gear. The fight went all the way out into the main stairwell where there was a huge window that extended from the floor to ceiling, making it easy for anybody outside to witness it.
So imagine walking around outside the building and seeing in the window a bunch of idiots in combat gear smacking eachother with pillows, a half-naked guy within the fight wearing just a towel and using his laundry bag as a substitute, and one guy picking up an entire mattress and throwing it down the stairs. Well that's exactly what one drill sergeant who happened to be outside saw and immediately notified the senior drill sergeant who was in office that night.
Meanwhile I was in the far side of the bay away from the fight cuz I wanted nothing to do with it, and me & my buddy's attempts to stop the brawl were futile. So while I was chilling at the corner, suddenly I hear the angrier senior drill sergeant scream "EVERYBODY DOWN STAIRS" followed by silence and privates immediately running.
We all had to form up downstairs and were ordered to do exercises such as pushups, arching/sagging our backs, squats, until those involved in the fight confessed. They were forced to run eight laps (two miles) around a track and slapped with counseling.
The kid who started the pillow fight was kicked out the platoon and moved, ironically, to the rival platoon he had been fighting with, where they welcomed him with open arms.
Was at boot camp at the end of COVID so we had to quarantine for the first two weeks, as we were about to head out we had a big roll call and there was this brand new RDC calling out the names, and he says “Dees where is recruit Dees” we thought he was fucking with us cause we had never seen this guy “he said alright no recruit Dees” then about twenty minutes later this guy comes running in and the RDC asks “who are you “ and this kid huffing and puffing “Dees Petty Officer” I shit you not every single person was holding back hard.
Just after I got out of the Marines my brother was in army reserves and asked me if I wanted to be Santa Claus for his unit Christmas party. I went to his unit in my civilian clothes. The Capt started yelling at me for not being in uniform. I tell him that I don't have to take orders from him. He was trying to give me hell then my brother came into the office and said Sir this is my brother he is playing Santa Claus for us. You should have seen his face when he knew what that he screwed up
Story 15 (11:43) is probably my favorite boot camp story I've ever heard. There's just something about this situation that has me dying XD
My second time around in boot camp, jumped branches, and got hurt and was kept in boot camp for 15 months.
There are probably a bunch of stories out there about me.
Often our chow line was watched over by DIs from other companies. When I was feeling frosty, I'd ask the closest babysitting DI the dumbest question I could think of. Real Gomer like. They'd lose their minds. Go nuts screaming at me, and make me do push-ups, which I needed to do anyways.
Those around me would just look at me mystified, as they knew I was intelligent. It never occurred to them that I was playing mind games with the DIs.
The hardest part was not breaking character and laughing.
good fun.
I’m kinda late but this comment is underappreciated, absolutely hilarious lmao
When my father was at San Diego, the DI started pulling guys out of the barracks at night to do PT for no reason. However, he was only allowed to pull four recruits out at a time. So, all the recruits in the barracks get out of bed, and start doing PT with the others. The DI told them to go inside, where he then told the recruits that was his proudest moment as a DI
Mr. Fluffy is great 12:03
yes
I'd heard that story on one of these type videos before and I didn't even care it was a repetition, it's my favourite story! Love the mental image of the thickly accented French Canadian lady demanding Mr Fluffy!
Man I needed a laugh from some of those. Much funny
basically the ice cream boy will make an excellent soldier he has no fear and the courage to do what no one else would do someone like that has a great career in the military ahead of him but will probably remain under observation even after his honorable discharge
There was this idiot in my platoon when I was in reception, for those that don’t know you go to reception for a week to get your uniforms and everything then you get on the bus to your basic training barracks… In the Army might not be that way for other branches, anyway he was the most obnoxious “person” you would have ever met. After we were sent to basic training he wasn’t in my platoon anymore but he was in the same company, after only maybe 1 1/2 weeks he proceeds to have 5 SHARP (Sexual Harassment/Assault Response Prevention) offenses against him. He was instantly signed off, obviously not to be recycled, but to be kicked out for good. He would have to spend the remainder of basic training with two Soldiers around him at all times. It sucks being in basic training but you learn a hell of a lot of useful information and get paid, while he wasn’t learning anything cool (Firing rifles, roping down from towers , offering first aid to wounded combatants). He still had to deal with the Drill Sergeants screaming in his face and getting up early. He once told us a story about his cuck of a cousin… So I’m gonna guess he doesn’t come from a family of morals and decent character.
His name was Alejandra.
For anyone not familiar with basic training, if you decide to quit at any point during you don’t just go home… There’s a ton of paper work to enlist and a whole lot more paper work to get out, it took me about 1 1/2 months of paper work to get in and about 6 months of meetings and more paper work to get out after 8 years. If you quit during basic you’re kept until your paperwork is finished meaning you still have to get up early be outside all day in the heat/cold and do what you’re told.
Private Guzzler turned into Fireman Guzzler! Lol 4:16
Hey buddy, ready to laugh even harder? Pretty sure that was a Navy boot camp story. So that wouldn't be "Private Guzzler", it would be "Seamen Guzzler"
5:05 that DI needs to get Fired. I mean Demoted
Um no di's are told to do this for many reasons which I can't remember
Not my story but in my BCT my commander had apparently climbed on top of the female lockers and acted like an ape and rocked the locker until it fell over and he had jumped to one of the bunks nearby, he was a small agile man probably about 5'2" and built like a truck
This reminds me of a time I was in basic at fort Leonard wood. We just finished family day and this was the night before graduation and well my wife had snuck me a nicotine pod. I had fire guard with my bunk mate and we were having a good time chilling and smoking my pod. Well nearing the end of our shift one of our guys woke himself up with his own fart and had hit his head on the top bunk. Anyways me and my battle buddy sat there in shocked silence looking at him trying our hardest not to laugh when he rolls out of his bunk only for his legs to not work and he falls off the bunk onto the floor. At this point both me and my battle had to walk into our latrine and laugh uncontrollably for the next 15 minutes until it was time to get the next shift. Though afterwards we could sleep cause we’d be silent for a while until one of us felt the other shaking the bed in laughter. Least to say that we had a good last night of fireguard together
They always say that it is a bad thing if the Drills know your name on the first day. We had a guy in my training company named Wong. I think they knew his name before he even stepped off the bus.
I had a few:
1. In processing, guy freaks out about how much he does to do to make it from in processing to basic and tries to escape base. Drill Sergeants find him an hour later and when found the guy says “he’s trying to find Jesus”. One of the drill sergeants responds “Clearly if you took this long trying to find him, clearly you won’t make it out of basic”. The guy gets dishonorable discharge.
2. The base I was at was considered lax compared to others. After one evening mail call, a female soldier gets a box of tampons shipped from her mom. Inside of it was candy. However, drill sergeants get suspicious when a few other female soldiers are fighting over the original soldier’s box of tampons and discovers the candy, causing all the female soldiers to get smoked after most had already taken their shower.
3. Overnight duties. 1 time a male soldier and I were to be on watch with 2 female soldiers from a different platoon. To pass the time, I was going over NFL rosters to keep myself occupied while also staying alert for the Drill Sergeant on overnight watch. My battle buddy was also awake, and noticed the female soldiers asleep behind the large guard duty desk. Before he went to wake them up, the drill sergeant, who both he and I hadn’t initially noticed, decided that since he saw both female soldiers asleep, that he would low crawl past them and pretend to slit their throats. When the drill sergeant saw both my battle buddy and I noticing him, he had a finger to his lips, so we kept silent while he did that.
4. This one was all me. Before ending up to get the rifle qualifications, I hadn’t done well enough for a few days prior and was nervous about my possible performance. However, I had barely anything to eat or drink prior to getting to the range, so I watched rifles for 4 other soldiers in my platoon while they used the facilities. The problem was I gave the one female soldier my rifle and I had hers. When my part of the platoon was on the range, I felt strangely calm and a little confident. Needless to say, I was surprised that I passed first time with a 32/40 (not having gotten better than 20 the days prior) and I was the only one in that part of the platoon to pass first time go. The first sergeant was worried that I would hit him with the barrel of the rifle with excitement and also said to me “I’ll be damned. The discombobulated (his favorite word) soldier got his *hit together and was one of the better marksmen”. When the female soldier finally checked the rifle she had, she found out it was the one I was assigned and asked the drill sergeants for another try for 1st time go (which they allowed). I also said “If need be, I’ll requalify again cause that’s not right to her.” The one drill sergeant in a different platoon said “You’re fine. It’s actually more impressive that you passed with someone else’s rifle.”
5. Final FTX. A few things. 1. It was so foggy after the perimeter meeting with the drill sergeants that I couldn’t find where my battle buddy had set up camp and said “Sht! Drill sergeants, Private is lost”. Find out for 15 minutes I was parallel to my camp.
2. A drill sergeant from a different company goes walking on a trail that separates his company from the company I was in. With wearing the equivalent of laser tag gear, 1 part of my company sees him and fires unrelenting. This completely ticks off that drill sergeant to where he wants to file as many dishonorable discharges as he can claim. That’s when one of my company’s drill sergeants goes up to him and says “We told them to shoot at spies and trespassers. Do it again, and we’ll allow some to switch to dummy rounds”. Dude was seething, but he came to his sense enough that he walked away
3. Last morning of the final FTX, and the drill sergeants let us know that we had to have our shelter half stashed away, our foxhole fully dug and for it to be reasonably camouflaged. This way, we could focus on getting our Bivouac gear on for when they spread the noxious gas. My buddy and I were fine (mostly cause I did the majority of digging and gathered supplies, but it was hidden very well). I find out later that 3 sets of soldiers didn’t. 1 set of female soldiers were asleep in their shelter half when the drill sergeants sprayed the gas in their direction, causing them to panic as the gas continued to build. A 2nd set of female soldiers also failed cause after waking up to the smell of the noxious gas, the 1 female soldier panicked and ran straight into a tree while the other sat up in the shelter half, repeating “OMG” for a few minutes. The guy group that failed had 1 of the few M-249’s. The one guy, who after waking up in the shelter half, stole both sets of bivouac gear and the M-249 while the other was scrambling around looking for his own gear.
Fun times at Ft “Relaxin” Jackson.
crazy shit happens when you're in basic wtf
11:43 As a furry, that Mr Fluffy story is _gold_
14:41 I remember seeing this and wishing that something like that we’re to happen to me and then the next day after I watched that I literally witnessed my extremely strict gym teacher who used to be a firefighter do the cotton eye Joe dance, and I don’t think I’ve ever been the same since
I would not survive basic training because i absolutely would be the "yes sir" guy
2:27 sometimes, a man is born in just the right time in history.
I want to know how the instructors punished “Batman” and his entire platoon.
I’d more want to see “Batman” during grenade training.
I don't have any Good memories of Boot Camp, and that was 47 years ago for me!
Basic training- i miss Marcus.
-6 yo 163
You can say some bad words tho yt allows a tinny tinny bit
11:55 MR FLUFFY
Either 12th or 16th.
Depends on if you count replies separately.
18:14 kindest and most sane di:
I wanna know what happened to the very last guy
Why is there a fluffy
Story 3# tho…
🤣😅🤣
9th comment i guess since everyone is counting
Adult fun time 😂
5th I think
maybe 7 or 5?
FIRST also as soon as he said i had an ich on his nose i had a ich on my nose
Nope ur not first
Why the hell does anyone join the military again?
is bri'ish?
First. (I think.)
one of the first
@@OwenTaylorhasleftcookies4u nope, they're first alright.