I have heard some pretty epic stories from people about when they were in the military, so lets hear them!
I will go first.
I did my basic training at Fort Sill. I remember one time we were done for the day and getting ready to go to bed, and a couple of the other privates start fucking around throwing a rolled up sock back and forth... so of course the drill sergent walks in....
"What the hell is this?!?" he shouts in some weird island accent. "These are my barracks! I love my barracks! I will not stand here and watch you disrespect my barracks! "
The barracks.
'If you can not respect my barracks then you are no longer allowed to stay in my barracks! you have an hour and a half to get all of your gear and your bunks OUT of my barracks and ready for inspection in the quad" The quad was an open air area on the first floor under the other floors of the building. Did I mention that we were on the third floor? So we had to take 50 bunks down two flights of stairs, then empty our lockers, bring everything down and the arraign it so that it looked presentable. It nearly killed us but we got it all down in time. Just as we were finishing up the sergent came back and said... "I am a kind man...so I have decided to forgive you, you may live in my barracks. You now have one hour to get everything upstairs and ready for inspection" which was bullshit since they normally gave us an hour to get ready for inspection when all of our shit wasnt two stories down! needless to say we didnt get much sleep that night.
I wish I had joined the military. But Ill tell you story about my papaw. My papaw has an old army buddy that comes around once in a while. When they get together I just love sitting and listening to them shoot the shit and exchange old stories. One that his old buddy tells a lot was about my grandfather, drinking a quart of moonshine and stealing a tank. Then when he got caught in the tank by the MP or whatever, he stole the jeep that they had come to get him in. Nowadays I imagine that sort of thing would get youa dishonorable discharge and be all over the news, his only punishment was to dig what he was told would be his grave. Obviously it was not, since hes still around.
Bootcamp story- during PFT, our drill instructor was cocky and said that if anyone beat him on the 3 mike run, he would give him a coke. I finished in 16:32 and stood at parade rest for a minute waiting for him.
He gave me the coke and then spent an hour making me blow bubbles in my thrown up coke.
Still smile when I see his face as I pass him and then continue to gain speed while starts sprinting. Cheers Sgt. Perry.
We were doing night land nav once and i had just been promoted to E-5 and was walking with 2 of my guys. Both were screw ups. We stopped in a little clearing to adjust our packs and boots and then set off again. We got about a click away when one of them goes "Oh shit, I left my weapon!". His name was Moonhill. He was a wigger from Tennessee. We ran back through the dark with me screaming at him the whole way. The main reason he was given to me was so I could square him away because I was a pretty squared away guy myself thanks to the quality NCO's that brought me up. So I'm bitching at him the whole way and we finally find the area we were at and we're searching and Moonhill finds his weapon. Then finds another one and he's like "WTF, there's 2 weapons here". I had left mine there too.
Only one guy in our platoon passed the first PFT. Of course the fact that we got dropped multiple times on the way to the first PFT might have something to do with it :)
I'm a Bootneck(British Royal Marines commando). I have a funny story involving recruits,drunk training team members,the guy with the biggest dick in the recruit troop...and some baked beans. Also the usual war stories as well. A few guys got sacked about the baked bean incident,and for the rest of training that particular troop were known as baked beam troop.
We were doing night land nav once and i had just been promoted to E-5 and was walking with 2 of my guys. Both were screw ups. We stopped in a little clearing to adjust our packs and boots and then set off again. We got about a click away when one of them goes "Oh shit, I left my weapon!". His name was Moonhill. He was a wigger from Tennessee. We ran back through the dark with me screaming at him the whole way. The main reason he was given to me was so I could square him away because I was a pretty squared away guy myself thanks to the quality NCO's that brought me up. So I'm bitching at him the whole way and we finally find the area we were at and we're searching and Moonhill finds his weapon. Then finds another one and he's like "WTF, there's 2 weapons here". I had left mine there too.
We were doing night land nav once and i had just been promoted to E-5 and was walking with 2 of my guys. Both were screw ups. We stopped in a little clearing to adjust our packs and boots and then set off again. We got about a click away when one of them goes "Oh shit, I left my weapon!". His name was Moonhill. He was a wigger from Tennessee. We ran back through the dark with me screaming at him the whole way. The main reason he was given to me was so I could square him away because I was a pretty squared away guy myself thanks to the quality NCO's that brought me up. So I'm bitching at him the whole way and we finally find the area we were at and we're searching and Moonhill finds his weapon. Then finds another one and he's like "WTF, there's 2 weapons here". I had left mine there too.
We were out in the field setting up our tents for an overnight. As anyone in the military knows you have to have every piece of gear exactly in the right space. So I was kneeling on the ground moving stuff around with my knee in the loop of the strap on my M-16 so that I knew where it was at all times. Wellllll I guess I must have took my knee off the ground for just a second because at some point one of the other privates stuck his head in my tent and said "Hey Lumpy" (thats a different story) "Hey Lumpy, whats your rifle number?" I said 57, he said "sergent has your weapon" I said "no he doesnt its right.....oh shit". Apparently sergent had sat outside my tent for about 5 minutes just watching me until he saw his chance to grab my rifle.
He made me do mountain climbers in a mud patch until I had dug myself half way to china!
45forever - I'm a Bootneck(British Royal Marines commando). I have a funny story involving recruits,drunk training team members,the guy with the biggest dick in the recruit troop...and some baked beans. Also the usual war stories as well. A few guys got sacked about the baked bean incident,and for the rest of training that particular troop were known as baked beam troop.
Beyond the basic pay and benefits. I have been given the money over $100,000k+ and still going from the goverment because of my service that I would not have recieved in a regular job.
45forever - I'm a Bootneck(British Royal Marines commando). I have a funny story involving recruits,drunk training team members,the guy with the biggest dick in the recruit troop...and some baked beans. Also the usual war stories as well. A few guys got sacked about the baked bean incident,and for the rest of training that particular troop were known as baked beam troop.
Wally Saves - The Army is paying me to learn French.
I got asked did I want to Learn french or Arabic today for a 6 months. Living like a student in London at a language school. Why the fuck did I say no.
Jesus Christ at a 16:32 3 mile run. I have never heard of one that low
Yeah. It's almost unbelievable. A "perfect" score is an 18 minute run and you have to haul ass pretty fast to get that done. You'd have to be pretty much sprinting the entire time.
The world record is in the low 12 minute range, so 16 isn't unbelievable, but still pretty damn nuts
