There was a guy in my unit in Germany who, while running in formation, would sometimes call out “Fire-brewed Stroh’s!”. That was the signal that he’d just let loose a morning-after beer fart that’d have the capacity to kill. I do know some people who actually fell out of formation and threw up due to his emissions.
Hehehe...I had a First Class in my squadron that had to have all his teeth pulled, and he lived on peanut butter for weeks eating it right out of a jar...
He cleared our shop out one day, people were retching and gagging, and he sat in the corner with a big grin on his face...
Sounds about right. These guys somehow always ended up at the back of the formation. But these buttheads would not warn us, they just let loose.
“Fire-brewed Stroh’s!”