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If he had to go to the head, day or night, his feet were not allowed to hit the deck. He had to flop across it like a fish.

At MCRD San Diego we had a somewhat crazed DI named Sgt Lischin (sp) that was a hoot. We got a lot of squat thrusts in after he would make us laugh

One of his favorites was "snakes". He would claim to hear whispering/hissing in ranks. After that would come:

You girls want to hiss like snakes, get down and crawl like one. Whole damn platoon, on our bellies, slithering along like snakes.

Gave other platoons great fun seeing us slither.

He may have had a bit of sadist in him, but I never saw it. He was the best at keeping us "tight" While up at Edson range, a black guy bailed out and was picked up on I-5 by a DI coming in to work. He apparently claimed Lischin was torturing him. Our favorite DI was soon gone.

Think I saw him again in RVN at a convalescent hospital in-country, but was too CS to approach him.

Our first DI was relieved because by the time we had our second piss test, they somehow reassigned him due to our dehydration.

I never bought that line. I would have rather had him than our replacement. When you said squat-thrusts, that threw me back to “8-count body-builders”. Talk about suck...and we didn’t have to carry a load doing it. God bless our infantry.