My birthday was during boot. The DI came out of his hutch and walked right up to me and said, "Is today your birthday, Private Howard?" My heart dropped through my stomach. Apparently, unbeknownst to me at the time, my mother had mailed me a tin of cookies.
The platoon then proceeded to "celebrate" my birthday beginning with mountain climbers and push-ups. "I like to play, I like to fool, I like to go, to Sunday School."
Fortunately, we didn't end up in the rose garden or the motivation pit.
LOL!
We had a bonehead get a box of fudge. Watched him chow down on it followed with a canteen of water chaser. As he was running to the head to yak his guts out, I remember Sgt Upchurch yelling, "you get that scuzz on my deck, I'll swab it up with you!"
I shoulda kept a journal.
I've never been so glad to NOT have a birthday as when I went thru Boot Camp!