Best Drill Instructor/Drill Sergeant stories

You mean like our (Basic training 1986) Senior Drill Sgt breaking his arm trying to get to a guy he found sleeping behind his wall locker after the rest of the company had left for training for the day. Scared the hell out of the guy behind the locker But he was the one that pulled the wall locker off the Senior Drill Sgt. after it fell on him in the ruckus. That Kid never got out of trouble until we graduated and left for AIT and I wouldn't bet it didn't follow him then. He was doing details up to the night before graduation and this happened the 3rd week in. He was in my Platoon every one thought he had gone on sick call.

One of my Drill Sergeants, DI SSG Rife, was really stingy about toilet paper. There would be cases of the stuff but we were always rationing it as if it were some golden treat. Well a few cycles after I graduated from OSUT Infantry Badic on Sand Hill, Fort Benning, Ga, DI SSG Rife was relieved and kicked out of being a DI because he was caught selling toilet paper to new recruits. I'm not Bullshitting!! I didn't hear that from a guy I went to basic with, it came straight from the mouth of one of the other DI. In the 2nd Brigade DFAC on Schofield Barracks, Hawaii there is a big picture of SSG Rife. It looks like some random picture of an Infantry SSG with a 10th Mountain Division Combat Patch but it is no shit my toilet paper hoarding DI Rife. LOL!! He was stationed on Schofield at one point in his career and received his Combat Patch for being one of the UN Forced that went in and helped the Rangers and Delta get out of Mogadishu, Somalia. I went through basic between 7 May 2001 to 31 August 2001. Yup I graduated 11 days before 9/11. Some of the DI were being called away to help with the Blackhawk Down movie. We had quite a few Rangers from that fight as Drill Sergeants. It was nice because we had Infantry instructors that had actually been in the "shit". And SSG Rife loved the opportunity to throw in a "And who went in to rescue you guys?" Every chance he got when a DI would tell us stories from that Blackhawk Down fight.

I was supposed to help mop the floor. When the DS asked, I told him I was jerking off in the latrine. He just walked off, and busted out laughing.

I was in boot camp or basic training in 1984 in Ft Dix NJ. At enlistment, I had reached five feet tall standing straight. My Drill Instructor wearing her DI hat was shorter than I was. Standing straight, I could look over the top of her hat. Didn't take more than two days to realize this woman could kick mine and anyone else's butt without breaking a sweat. She exhumed power and control, and for that, I began to believe I would fit in with the Army. She inspired me that in a world designed for taller statues, the Army offered a comfortable place to call home, and so I stayed for ten years.

Gosh, so many good stories! One of the worst ones was about week 4 in basic training. By now, friendships and relationships have been established. Since we were co-ed at Sill, some of the male & female trainees were already having sex with each other. So lots of notes about meet-up times were getting passed around. I wasn't lucky enough to get sex in basic like almost every other dude in my battery. But somehow, I was believed to be the mack daddy of the mack daddies and I was slanging Wang to every female in my battery & I was suspected of having all kinds of love notes and contraband in my wall locker. So during the health & welfare inspection, everyone got inspected! They only checked a few things with most everyone else, but they tore through everything I had! They even checked the ceiling tiles above my wall locker! The only thing that they DIDN'T do was give me a goddamn cavity search! But they couldn't find anything to incriminate me. Funny thing is that the story got out and THEN the female trainees started trying to get with me!

I was in basic in Ft. Bliss for Air Defense in 1984 and we had a one day off of course we could not go anywhere we had to stay in the barracks. So someone had the bright idea to order pizza's. Of course when the pizza's arrived guess who arrived also the Drill Sergeants. So the Drill Sergeants had pizza and we did push up's and PT for the next two hours. Man that pizza looked so good too bad we did not get any. The drill sergeants sure had a good meal. Back to the chow hall for us.

(Air Force Story) Sometime in July 1992, 10 of us were having a party in the common room when the Drill Instructor wasn't there. It was the 3rd week in and it so happened there was a guy that got recycled in our flight and 9 others locked the door so the sister flight wouldn't be able to open the door. We brought food, drinks and candy bars we hid/gathered and all sat in a circle and started telling stories of what we got away with. Little did we know the drill instructor from the sister flights ear was listening in...so nearing 3pm or so, the instructor flung open our main door and caught us (there was about 10 of us). He was cussing and yelling and we were ordered to get in formation downstairs.
DI : (talking into our faces bumping his hat on our foreheads) who's stupid lame idea was it to get this party going? (as he went down the first row of us. Who gave you the Fu@##%g permission to act like a bunch of wild idiots?
US : (10 of us): it was mine we said around the same time
DI : Well guess what you idiots, you just earned yourself a prize, pick a number from 1-10...he started going down the line.
US: one said, Sir 3 Sir!
DI : your being recycled 3 weeks idiot, get your F*&@g a$$ out of here and grab your s$it and form up in front of the head shed.
US: one said, Sir 2 Sir!
DI : pick another number dip$hit!
US: Sir 4 Sir!
DI : smart a$$, get your $hit out of here and form up!
DI : Idiot Flores, pick a number!
ME : Sir 0 Sir!
DI : Puts the brim of his hat in my forehead - Flores are you some special kind of idiot? Pick another number dipsh$t!
Me : Sir, 0 Sir!
DI : Flores what the F&#k is wrong with you (bumping his hat into my head) didn't you hear me, I'm going to shove my boot so far up your a$$, I"ll kick your mom in the cu$t, pick another F&cking number jacka$$!!
Me : Sir, 0 Sir!
DI : Fallout!, Flores stay the F*ck where you are, don't bat a f&cking eyelash
Me: Sir yes Sir!
DI : Left and came back with 5 other DI's - Flores get your a$$ on the ground and give me 50!
Other DI's, yelling obscenities at me, putting their boot under my mouth, boots pushing my butt down etc as I did my 50...
Me: Sir yes Sir! One Sir...Two Sir...Three Sir....Fifty Sir!
DI : Get your a$$ up and form up, what number do you have in mind now idiot Flores!
Me : Sir 0 Sir!
DI : left with the other DI's
Me : Standing at attention (getting dark out ready for chow)
DI : Bringing the flight down for dinner
Me : standing at attention
DI : Flight form up for dinner, Flores, stay the f&ck there!
Me : Still standing at attention, Sir yes Sir!
Chow's over, Taps playing
Me: Standing at attention
DI : 11:30pm - Flores, really what the F&ck is wrong with you (in a soft voice bumping his hat on my head?
Me : Sir, can I speak frankly Sir!
DI : Yes idiot Flores, go ahead
Me : Sir I don't want to be recycled Sir!
DI : Flores, your are damn F*cking lucky I like your hood a$$...get your special idiot a$$ upstairs.
Me : Sir yes Sir!

Luckily he let someone gather chow for me, as I came in the dorm, the watchman gave me some food in a container. I ate in the dark, didn't talk to anyone and had a good sleep. The next day we woke up to a party of mattresses being ejected out of the emergency door on the formation pads downstairs, what was left of the 10 of us, we were picking mattresses up and cleaning the entire dorm for the rest of the day because we hid food and snacks. We nor anyone in the flight ever did anything like that again. I was really was scared $hitless...and didn't want to be recycled ever again. When we graduated, the DI told this story to my mom...he was laughing with her and he said, Flores, I saw something special in you, you will go far in the Air Force.

- Ret (24 years) MSgt Flores

I did my Army basic in a Missouri army post, circa 1963. My platoon DI was SSGT. G, a Korea war combat veteran, infantry, C.I.B., and tough as nails. One day we had just finished noon chow, and were standing in formation. Our D.I. decided to do a spot inspection. When he got to me, I kept the eyes straight ahead. The next thing I knew, boom, he punches me right in the stomach. He said, “do not throw up on my boots”. I remained standing at attention, no I did not throw up my lunch. I think I earned a little of his respect that day. He definitely made a lasting impression on me that I remember to this day.

I went to basic training in 1991, at Fort Sill, Ok. Home of the Field Artillery. Had to go home on Emergency leave shortly after AIT started. Everyone from the C.O. on down was awesome. When I returned to Fort Sill, my Platoon Sgt. Drill Sgt. Frazier took me into his office and offered me 2 options I could try to finish AIT with the platoon or be recycled, no problem either way. I opted to try and catch up on what I missed out on and graduate with my platoon. Fortunately learning artillery wasn't so bad and I did graduate. Towards the end my Drill Sgt. took me in his office once again and told me my mom had been calling down to Fort Sill to check on me and told me not to tell her he told me lol. I was 18 years old at the time and 30 years later I still remember my Drill Sgt's and am proud to have been able to learn from them and consider myself to be very fortunate to get to see both sides the trainer and the human being they can be. I am sure that what they did for me helped to shape the soldier and the man I turned in to along with a lot of other people.

I took my basic training at Fort Jackson SC my Drill Sergeant was Drill Sergeant Brown we were going through our final PT test and I ran a mile in 4 minutes and he told me like Hilter said "If you let a monkey out of a cage he will run like hell"