Gear up T-6A at lackland.
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USMCmech
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Here's the initial story.
http://www.woai.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=20AD4347-7904-4903-87AD-8D7DEC4515C0
http://www.woai.com/news/local/story.aspx?content_id=20AD4347-7904-4903-87AD-8D7DEC4515C0
mtsu_av8er
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I had the same problem at MCRD San Diego. I recall doing PT by the airport fence while screaming "What airplanes? I don't see any airplanes!"
My friendly DI "allowed" me to do this after looking at the airliners taking off from Lindberg field one too many times.
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I remember ITB, standing in the cold in my skivies with only my helmet and my rifle, after I forgot my rifle in the porta-john
- pointing at the trashcan and then at myself while yelling at the top of my lungs "I'm not stupid, you are!!!!".
My platoon had to stand in formation for about 2 hours while I did this excercise...boy, that was a long night!!!!!
I've never set my rifle down since then!!!!
I had the same problem at MCRD San Diego. I recall doing PT by the airport fence while screaming "What airplanes? I don't see any airplanes!"
My friendly DI "allowed" me to do this after looking at the airliners taking off from Lindberg field one too many times.
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I remember ITB, standing in the cold in my skivies with only my helmet and my rifle, after I forgot my rifle in the porta-john
My platoon had to stand in formation for about 2 hours while I did this excercise...boy, that was a long night!!!!!
I've never set my rifle down since then!!!!
USMCmech
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People always ask why I always take stair two steps at a time.
One day in boot camp my DI saw me slowly trudge up the stairs at our barracks. When I got to the thrid floor he was waiting there for me.
After about and 90 minutes of me running up and down the stairs two at a time he decided that his point had been made.
That was almost eight years ago and I still do it that way.
One day in boot camp my DI saw me slowly trudge up the stairs at our barracks. When I got to the thrid floor he was waiting there for me.
After about and 90 minutes of me running up and down the stairs two at a time he decided that his point had been made.
That was almost eight years ago and I still do it that way.
aviategw
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Funny how this turned into a trip down memory lane, but here goes:
I remember many an early morning running around the parade ground at Lackland. Too damn hot to run during the day. Looking back, exatly 10 years later, I relaize now much I needed to go through the basic experience. Yup, Air Force is supposed to be the easiest, and yup, I went through on an AFROTC scholarship, but I think I got the 'basic' idea. Strange, but now I value that experience as the best of my rapidly approaching middle aged life.
Lackland III '94 BOMBS ON TARGET
GW
I remember many an early morning running around the parade ground at Lackland. Too damn hot to run during the day. Looking back, exatly 10 years later, I relaize now much I needed to go through the basic experience. Yup, Air Force is supposed to be the easiest, and yup, I went through on an AFROTC scholarship, but I think I got the 'basic' idea. Strange, but now I value that experience as the best of my rapidly approaching middle aged life.
Lackland III '94 BOMBS ON TARGET
GW
bushmaster
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In basic training, things were getting a little heated between me and another private. I told him to go F@!# himself. DS heard it and needless to say, I was sitting infront of a mirror for the next couple of hours yelling "Go F@#$ yourself! No! You go F@#$ YOURSELF!"
Trying to sound off the next morning at PT was the challenging part.
Trying to sound off the next morning at PT was the challenging part.
shooter13
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My favorite memory was when we had about 10 guys pass out during a run this one day from being dehydrated. (It was Florida in July) Our CC made us stop what we were doing and drink our entire canteen. Then we had to go fill it up and drink it again. All as a group. He inspected each time to make sure they were empty. We did that about 5 times till the 1st person threw up. Then the sympathy pukers started. It was like the part in "Stand by Me."
mtsu_av8er
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bushmaster
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. . .I was sitting infront of a mirror for the next couple of hours yelling "Go F@#$ yourself! No! You go F@#$ YOURSELF!"
Oh, yeah...those were the days!!!
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Oh yeah...those were!!!
My favorite is when my battle buddy got caught eating chocolate pie in the chow hall. DS snuck up on him, caught my battle buddy red handed, went and got every piece of chocolate pie left in the chow hall and made him eat it.
10 pieces later my battle buddy and I were in the pit getting thrashed. Needless to say I wound up covered in regurgitated chocolate pie. YUMMY FUN!!
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. . .I was sitting infront of a mirror for the next couple of hours yelling "Go F@#$ yourself! No! You go F@#$ YOURSELF!"
Oh, yeah...those were the days!!!
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Oh yeah...those were!!!
My favorite is when my battle buddy got caught eating chocolate pie in the chow hall. DS snuck up on him, caught my battle buddy red handed, went and got every piece of chocolate pie left in the chow hall and made him eat it.
10 pieces later my battle buddy and I were in the pit getting thrashed. Needless to say I wound up covered in regurgitated chocolate pie. YUMMY FUN!!
donttouchanything
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I’ll never forget Airman Bauder during our first inspection in Basic.
Part of First Shirt done with a slow Texas drawl.
Part of Airman Bauder done in a voice of shear terror.
Squadron First Sergeant: Goddamn son, you’re some kind of hog aren’t you?
Bauder: Sir, Yes Sir!
First Shirt: What the hell is that on your trousers son.
Bauder: (looking down), A hair sir,
First Shirt: What kind of hair?
Bauder: A pubic hair, Sir!
First Shirt: Son, that’s a cock hair.
Bauder: Sir, yes Sir!
First Shirt: Is it yours?
Bauder: Sir, no Sir!
First Shirt: Would you like to explain to me how another recruits cock hair got on your uniform?
Bauder: Sir, No Sir!
The First Shirt announced that our flight had failed the inspection, and stormed off. The hardest thing I’ve ever done was not bust out in laughter during his exchange with Airman Bauder.
Part of First Shirt done with a slow Texas drawl.
Part of Airman Bauder done in a voice of shear terror.
Squadron First Sergeant: Goddamn son, you’re some kind of hog aren’t you?
Bauder: Sir, Yes Sir!
First Shirt: What the hell is that on your trousers son.
Bauder: (looking down), A hair sir,
First Shirt: What kind of hair?
Bauder: A pubic hair, Sir!
First Shirt: Son, that’s a cock hair.
Bauder: Sir, yes Sir!
First Shirt: Is it yours?
Bauder: Sir, no Sir!
First Shirt: Would you like to explain to me how another recruits cock hair got on your uniform?
Bauder: Sir, No Sir!
The First Shirt announced that our flight had failed the inspection, and stormed off. The hardest thing I’ve ever done was not bust out in laughter during his exchange with Airman Bauder.
mtsu_av8er
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LMAO, classic DTA!!!!
My good friend Daniel and I went to recruit training under the buddy program (so strange, he's a Drill Instructor now...) and were in the same platoon. Being from San Francisco, the Drill Instructors took every opportunity to give us a hard time. Mind you, this was right after "Don't ask, don't tell" was implemented. We were constantly having to "reassure" Sgt Lazoya that we were, indeed, heterosexual.
So, one day we're cleaning the barracks and Sgt Lazoya walks up to Daniel and says, "You make me sick, Logsdon...you and Williams. Nasty weirdos from San Francisco". Daniel just stood there, and replied with the obligatory "Yes, Sir. After about 10 minutes, I think Daniel had taken about as much as he could, and I watched from across the squad bay waiting for my turn. Sgt Lazoya asks his, "You're freaking gay, aren't you, Logsdon?" and you could see the light in Daniel's eyes. He replied with a grin, as loudly as he could, "Yes, Sir, this recruit is gay, Sir!!!".
Sgt Lazoya looked at him for a moment, and stormed away into the duty hut.
We never heard a word about it again.
My good friend Daniel and I went to recruit training under the buddy program (so strange, he's a Drill Instructor now...) and were in the same platoon. Being from San Francisco, the Drill Instructors took every opportunity to give us a hard time. Mind you, this was right after "Don't ask, don't tell" was implemented. We were constantly having to "reassure" Sgt Lazoya that we were, indeed, heterosexual.
So, one day we're cleaning the barracks and Sgt Lazoya walks up to Daniel and says, "You make me sick, Logsdon...you and Williams. Nasty weirdos from San Francisco". Daniel just stood there, and replied with the obligatory "Yes, Sir. After about 10 minutes, I think Daniel had taken about as much as he could, and I watched from across the squad bay waiting for my turn. Sgt Lazoya asks his, "You're freaking gay, aren't you, Logsdon?" and you could see the light in Daniel's eyes. He replied with a grin, as loudly as he could, "Yes, Sir, this recruit is gay, Sir!!!".
Sgt Lazoya looked at him for a moment, and stormed away into the duty hut.
We never heard a word about it again.
USMCmech
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I have been saving this one for a while, and it happend to me while at MCRD San Diego. Since this thread has become a place to tell boot camp sea stories, here goes.
It was one week left till graduation. At this point you no longer live in stark terror of your DIs, just a healthy level of fear. Everyone knows what is expected and they do it.
I for some reason was one of the last ones in the shower. Our DI gets pissed off about something that I can't even recall and comes storming out of his office practicly foaming at the mouth, screaming for us to stand by our bunks. I am quickly grabing my stuff when he comes stoming into the shower room. I grab my tolietry bag and am reaching for my towel to cover my self when he grabs me by the neck and says "I SAID GET ON LINE NOW!!!" At the time I might have wieghed 125, and he was about 210 of solid muscule. He drug me out into the squad bay and flung me down the middle naked as the day I was born. I went skiding and rolling down the floor and ran to my bunck
Now I am not about to try to work the combination to the padlock on my foot locker while the DI is raving like a man possesed, so not knowing what else to do I stood at attention (not that way you pervert) by my bunk. The DI is screaming about whatever pissed him off. I can see the guy standing across from me trying to keep a straight face, and I'm trying not to laugh out loud when I hear "BEADLE! ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPRESS ME?!!!" Imeadiatly everyone in the platoon craked up, some guys even fell on the floor they were laughing so hard.
Laughing at something a DI said is a mortal sin in boot, but we couldn't help it. What ever the DI was so mad about, the sight of 60 recruits laughing at what he had just said made him crack a smile and forget about what had angered him. I grabbed my skivies out of my foot locker and the DI just said "CARRY ON!"
It was one week left till graduation. At this point you no longer live in stark terror of your DIs, just a healthy level of fear. Everyone knows what is expected and they do it.
I for some reason was one of the last ones in the shower. Our DI gets pissed off about something that I can't even recall and comes storming out of his office practicly foaming at the mouth, screaming for us to stand by our bunks. I am quickly grabing my stuff when he comes stoming into the shower room. I grab my tolietry bag and am reaching for my towel to cover my self when he grabs me by the neck and says "I SAID GET ON LINE NOW!!!" At the time I might have wieghed 125, and he was about 210 of solid muscule. He drug me out into the squad bay and flung me down the middle naked as the day I was born. I went skiding and rolling down the floor and ran to my bunck
Now I am not about to try to work the combination to the padlock on my foot locker while the DI is raving like a man possesed, so not knowing what else to do I stood at attention (not that way you pervert) by my bunk. The DI is screaming about whatever pissed him off. I can see the guy standing across from me trying to keep a straight face, and I'm trying not to laugh out loud when I hear "BEADLE! ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPRESS ME?!!!" Imeadiatly everyone in the platoon craked up, some guys even fell on the floor they were laughing so hard.
Laughing at something a DI said is a mortal sin in boot, but we couldn't help it. What ever the DI was so mad about, the sight of 60 recruits laughing at what he had just said made him crack a smile and forget about what had angered him. I grabbed my skivies out of my foot locker and the DI just said "CARRY ON!"
ETAV8R
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AHHHHHHH, Thanks for the memories,
Semper Fi to the Marines aboard. That last post was hilarious. I know the canteen trick from MCRD, and I also remember all the wonderful aircraft that my fellow recruits and I tried to yell out of the sky. Good Times!
Ok my turn, not about myself mind you, but about my closest friend from boot. He was a Los Angeles County Sheriff at the time and knew the game. He never sounded off. Just about everything he did was lackadaisical. His name is Cortez, well he saved all his kool aid and cocoa from 2nd phase, i.e. field training for all you non-marines out here. Well, one night back in San Diego while he was in the shower the one DI who loved to pick on him found his foot locker unlocked. Just like Full Metal Jacket. So the DI makes a comment about it being xmas time for him and proceeds to empty all the powder into Cortez's rack/bunk. Then made it up nicely. So when taps plays the DI is right near Cortez's rack. Cortez puzzled about what he is sleeping in tries to get up. The DI tells him to have sweet dreams. The DI kept looking out of the window of the duty hut for several hours. When his lights turned off Cortez flew out of his rack and emptied it all on the deck. Good Times!
Semper Fi to the Marines aboard. That last post was hilarious. I know the canteen trick from MCRD, and I also remember all the wonderful aircraft that my fellow recruits and I tried to yell out of the sky. Good Times!
Ok my turn, not about myself mind you, but about my closest friend from boot. He was a Los Angeles County Sheriff at the time and knew the game. He never sounded off. Just about everything he did was lackadaisical. His name is Cortez, well he saved all his kool aid and cocoa from 2nd phase, i.e. field training for all you non-marines out here. Well, one night back in San Diego while he was in the shower the one DI who loved to pick on him found his foot locker unlocked. Just like Full Metal Jacket. So the DI makes a comment about it being xmas time for him and proceeds to empty all the powder into Cortez's rack/bunk. Then made it up nicely. So when taps plays the DI is right near Cortez's rack. Cortez puzzled about what he is sleeping in tries to get up. The DI tells him to have sweet dreams. The DI kept looking out of the window of the duty hut for several hours. When his lights turned off Cortez flew out of his rack and emptied it all on the deck. Good Times!
Our DI wore taps on his shoes. As a result, we nicknamed him "The Clicker".
Anyway, one day we were to report to the base theater for some briefing, and we all stood at attention while Clicker walked down the aisle toward the stage. Well, someone started humming "Darth Vader's Theme" and suddenly the entire group is doing it. Clicker was so caught off guard that he was yelling at us to stop but couldn't stop laughing while doing it. It was the only time I ever saw him smile.
I got made the flight drill and ceremonies officer, so I got to spend a lot of time with Clicker, and one day he wanted us to play "Stump the DI." "Give me a question I can't answer!"
So, we're all trying to stump the DI, when I asked him, "Sergeant, you said whenever an officer walks into the room, we are to drop everything and stand at attention."
He replied, "That is correct."
So I asked, "Sir, say we are in the restroom standing at a urinal doing our business, and say a 4-Star General walks in. Do we follow protocol and stand at attention, or should we finish what we are doing and then render the proper courtesies?"
"Cadet," he replied, "that is the STUPIDEST thing I have ever heard. Cadet, there is absolutely no chance that you would EVER find yourself in that situation. It's simply never going to happen."
Flash forward three years, when I was a lieutenant in Vicenza, Italy, working at a NATO base. I'm standing at the urinal, when all of a sudden, a 4-Star French admiral walks in. I just wish Clicker could have been there...
Anyway, one day we were to report to the base theater for some briefing, and we all stood at attention while Clicker walked down the aisle toward the stage. Well, someone started humming "Darth Vader's Theme" and suddenly the entire group is doing it. Clicker was so caught off guard that he was yelling at us to stop but couldn't stop laughing while doing it. It was the only time I ever saw him smile.
I got made the flight drill and ceremonies officer, so I got to spend a lot of time with Clicker, and one day he wanted us to play "Stump the DI." "Give me a question I can't answer!"
So, we're all trying to stump the DI, when I asked him, "Sergeant, you said whenever an officer walks into the room, we are to drop everything and stand at attention."
He replied, "That is correct."
So I asked, "Sir, say we are in the restroom standing at a urinal doing our business, and say a 4-Star General walks in. Do we follow protocol and stand at attention, or should we finish what we are doing and then render the proper courtesies?"
"Cadet," he replied, "that is the STUPIDEST thing I have ever heard. Cadet, there is absolutely no chance that you would EVER find yourself in that situation. It's simply never going to happen."
Flash forward three years, when I was a lieutenant in Vicenza, Italy, working at a NATO base. I'm standing at the urinal, when all of a sudden, a 4-Star French admiral walks in. I just wish Clicker could have been there...
