In 1977 at West Point, about midnight the night before the Army-Air Force game, we stole the Air Force tactical officer's car from his quarters. We then took it over to North Area barracks, and had a car bash. The Air Force tactical officer arrived about half an hour after we started, and needless to say was freaked out. About 4,000 of us were taking turns beating on his car with sledge hammers and fire axes. He was somewhat mollified once the Brigade Commander handed him a check for $4,000 to replace the car. We had all put up a buck each for the prank.
Back in 1980, I was on a jump with my artillery battery into some National Guard base down near Starke, Florida. Before the jump, one of my buddies and I had taken some C-ration Alpo (Beef with spiced sauce), and put it into airsick bags. We had about a 1-1/2 hour flight to the DZ, and the flight was pretty rough, since we were flying trail in a 12 ship formation. About 20 minutes from the DZ, my buddy and I pulled out the airsick bags, made like we were puking in them, and then pulled out spoons and began to eat from the puke bag. Damn near the whole plane puked. Needless to say, it was a mess in there for the jump. We both got a pretty bad ass-kicking from the battery commander afterwards, but it was funny as hell.
into some National Guard base down near Starke, Florida
That would be Camp Blanding. I grew up right next door to it and I worked right on Camp Blanding property for a couple of years. (Dupont mine) I loved it when the choppers and jets would fly right over our head and fire at the practice range right next to us. The machine guns the choppers fired would make you crawl out of your skin if you weren't expecting it. I also remember hearing stories of soldiers attempting to sneak up on the Dupont dredges without being spotted...