Posted on 06/20/2014 5:55:16 AM PDT by Rides_A_Red_Horse
20 Punishments Handed Down By Superiors In The Military — These Are Tough But Pure Genius!
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Good post.
One of my son’s friends was in a platoon in USMC boot camp, San Diego, in which one of the recruits received a box of doughnuts. I am sure his family sent plenty, so he could share, and they were likely quite stale by then. Of course, they are not allowed to receive ANYTHING but letters during boot camp, and the almost-Marine was forced to eat all of the doughnuts by himself.
When I arrived in Ft. Gordon, GA in August of 1957, on my first free day (Saturday) on post, I decided to try on my new AG-44 (winter) uniform jacket.
Just then the Platoon Sgt walked in....and probably being p.o’d because he had Saturday duty, he decided to have some fun with me.
He ordered me to put on a long sleeve shirt, necktie, complete AG-44 uniform, Army overcoat and winter cap with earflaps buckled under my chin. He then took me, at Route Step, over to a boiler room someplace and sat me in a chair there in the heat for something over 2 hours....after which he came and got me and returned me to the barracks
It was no fun while it was happening, but it is now just one of my humorous G.I. experiences which I wouldn’t trade for anything. This experience was actually good for me, as I had just turned 18 and was only a notch or two above a juvenile delinquent, as they used to call unruly youts. Uncle Sam had the upper hand, and I was forced to learn duty and discipline. Besides that, as an enlistee, I was “R.A. all the way!” So I guess I asked for it.
In USMC boot camp in early 1970 all letters were physically “groped” by the drill instructor to ensure that nothing illicit was sent. Pictures were required to be shared by all. The DI called up private H. because there was a thick pile of photos in his mail. When opened private H’s eyes grew huge and the DI’s jaw dropped. “Who is in these pictures private H”. “Sir, the private’s fiance sir”! You know the rules private H., spread them out on the locker box and everyone file by and view the pictures of private H’s fiance. When we filed by there were 25 of the raunchiest photos we’d seen outside of a girlie mag. After we all had an eyefull, he ordered private H. to put three in his wallet and whenever the DI shouted “private H. make me smile”, he had to run up to the DI and display those three pics. The ultimate was when he called on private H. during our final inspection in front of the inspectors.
Thanks!
The story of the rock reminds me of an event at basic training. Many recruits, when they first start marching, will turn left when the command is right. Happens all the time, just nerves. Invariably, one of the TI’s will make an unfortunate recruit pick up a rock and carry it in the appropriate pocket at all times to remind him what direction to turn. I knew a Chief Master Sergeant who had his basic training rock immortalized on his name plate.
Ever hear the story of Hayfoot-Strawfoot from Revolutionary War times?
My dad was a MSgt and right after WWII he was guarding the payroll at basic training. Up came a guy who had had been in Germany and after the war was over he borrowed a half-track one night to go on a date. Got drunk and lost it. They had him repeating basic over and over until he had paid for that half-track and he only got a barely adequate wage to keep him alive.
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