Posted on Dec 28, 2014
Best Drill Instructor/Drill Sergeant stories
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What is something really cool, or funny, or inspirational that one of your Drill Instructors or Drill Sergeants did? One of my favorite stories from boot camp was when our DI's asked me what MOS I was going to have. The conversation went like this:
Me: "0300, sir!"
DI: "Ah, so you're one of our stupid recruits. You get yourself an ASVAB waiver?"
Me: "No, sir. This recruit scored a 91 on the ASVAB!"
DI: "Bulls**t! If you're so smart, why the hell would you get stuck with an infantry contract?"
Me: "This recruit wants to be infantry, sir!"
DI: "You WANT to be infantry? So you ARE stupid, then!"
Me: "0300, sir!"
DI: "Ah, so you're one of our stupid recruits. You get yourself an ASVAB waiver?"
Me: "No, sir. This recruit scored a 91 on the ASVAB!"
DI: "Bulls**t! If you're so smart, why the hell would you get stuck with an infantry contract?"
Me: "This recruit wants to be infantry, sir!"
DI: "You WANT to be infantry? So you ARE stupid, then!"
Drill Sergeant
Basic Training
Boot Camp
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Early in Basic training in 67 - lots of hot shot cocky bantam rooster CPLs and SGTs around as cadre. (They survived VN - they had a right to be cocky.). So one day I’m formation, they called out for an artist. Before I could control it, my arm shot up and I (horrors!) volunteered.
So I find myself at the top of a rickety extra tall step ladder in the mess hall, painting the rickety arty lattice decorations at the top of the windows.
So this scrawny little jackass butt of a sergeant sat down there and started hitting pieces of chalk my way with a pointer. Until one of them caught me right on the edge of my eye.
I don’t know what restrained me, except I was 23 and had some work experience and college in me. And maybe a desire not to leap from the top of the ladder onto that shithead.
And that’s it. Lots of good lessons that day.
So I find myself at the top of a rickety extra tall step ladder in the mess hall, painting the rickety arty lattice decorations at the top of the windows.
So this scrawny little jackass butt of a sergeant sat down there and started hitting pieces of chalk my way with a pointer. Until one of them caught me right on the edge of my eye.
I don’t know what restrained me, except I was 23 and had some work experience and college in me. And maybe a desire not to leap from the top of the ladder onto that shithead.
And that’s it. Lots of good lessons that day.
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Basic at Ft.Sill 1993. My drill Sgt was a Ranger who jumped in Gernada and he had a gold star on his Jump wings. The guy looked like the SGT. Slaughter wrestler. He would throw stuff at us at random. He would tell us me was a Hero and we were sucking buttermilk. He made us one low crawl on the main bay concrete with our sleeves rolled up. Bloody elbows we all had. He yelled at us. You pussies! Wait to see combat lol
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I know this is an older thread but I'm going to share one as well.
This isn't one of the "funniest" or anything like that....but it is one in which made everyone in our platoon run through not only one wall (which we were already at that point) but run through a whole darn building for our DS.
We were coming up on our last few "final" phases of competing for the best platoon label. So there were only a week or two left of training. About two weeks before this sequence one of the platoons got a new DS. This guy was a guy who would try to be everyone's best friend (ie talk play station games, etc with recruits) and then the next minute tried to be a hardass. By far the least respected of all the DS. Not only was this known by all of us, it was known by the other DSs.
One day, we just won the platoon with the highest PT score ribbon which then won us the first in chow hall that evening. We were lined up in chow hall when this new guy comes down and starts screwing with us (something little yes, but for whatever reason that didn't sit well when our DI came back from a meeting with Top). Our DI and him stepped aside and it was a way way discussion between a SSG and a SGT (ours being the SSG)...you could tell if our DS would have lost his barrings or not have had us around, he would have thrown down right then and there. He turns away from the SGT, comes up to us, yells at us to now go back to our original spot (where he left us) and to "hurry the f*** up before he kicks all of our a**s" then goes right back to Tops office. When this happens this SGT now is looking like a dog who has been beaten. A few minutes later our DS returns and Top comes and gets his SGT. After we eat, we get taken out and smoked for not doing as our DS instructed. It went on for about a good 45 minutes...it was also the most intense, pumped up smoking that we had. We took it as a sign of our DS showing that other DS that we weren't a bunch of pussies.
Anyways, we went on and won the rest of the ribbons that DS never once came over and tried to screw with us again.
Given we were actually a squared away platoon, there had to be more to it then that one chow hall line up....there had to be some agreement within the DS....
If I saw Drill Sergeant Soloman (sp), Drill Sergeant Dugan or Drill Sergeant Jackson now, I'd run through the wall for each and everyone of them.
This isn't one of the "funniest" or anything like that....but it is one in which made everyone in our platoon run through not only one wall (which we were already at that point) but run through a whole darn building for our DS.
We were coming up on our last few "final" phases of competing for the best platoon label. So there were only a week or two left of training. About two weeks before this sequence one of the platoons got a new DS. This guy was a guy who would try to be everyone's best friend (ie talk play station games, etc with recruits) and then the next minute tried to be a hardass. By far the least respected of all the DS. Not only was this known by all of us, it was known by the other DSs.
One day, we just won the platoon with the highest PT score ribbon which then won us the first in chow hall that evening. We were lined up in chow hall when this new guy comes down and starts screwing with us (something little yes, but for whatever reason that didn't sit well when our DI came back from a meeting with Top). Our DI and him stepped aside and it was a way way discussion between a SSG and a SGT (ours being the SSG)...you could tell if our DS would have lost his barrings or not have had us around, he would have thrown down right then and there. He turns away from the SGT, comes up to us, yells at us to now go back to our original spot (where he left us) and to "hurry the f*** up before he kicks all of our a**s" then goes right back to Tops office. When this happens this SGT now is looking like a dog who has been beaten. A few minutes later our DS returns and Top comes and gets his SGT. After we eat, we get taken out and smoked for not doing as our DS instructed. It went on for about a good 45 minutes...it was also the most intense, pumped up smoking that we had. We took it as a sign of our DS showing that other DS that we weren't a bunch of pussies.
Anyways, we went on and won the rest of the ribbons that DS never once came over and tried to screw with us again.
Given we were actually a squared away platoon, there had to be more to it then that one chow hall line up....there had to be some agreement within the DS....
If I saw Drill Sergeant Soloman (sp), Drill Sergeant Dugan or Drill Sergeant Jackson now, I'd run through the wall for each and everyone of them.
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