Did you get an Article 15? What was yours for?

not sure if he got an Article 15, but my dad told me about a 1st LT he used to piss off quite often when he was on Active Duty.

My dad practically tortured the guy. But the story that stood out the most to me was the day my dad turned the LT's insignia sideways on his PC. The LT didn't even notice. My dad said he was just sitting there minding his own business a few minutes after the LT left the building when he heard "STRICKLAND YOU SON OF A BITCH" as the LT stomped back up the stairs. Apparently he ran into the Company Commander on his way out of the building.

I'm a former marine and so is my meat head son in law, he got an article 15 for sniping an army guy with an air soft rifle. He was charged with having a deadly weapon on base. He bought it at the px. Really?

Got drunk , I had to use the head, and miss took the window for a toilet, I had the runs. Didn't remember a thing intil I was in the xo.'s Office I knew I did something wrong because nobody could keep a straight face.

I was stationed at Fort Orders Calif. in 1975.I was given an Article 15 for destruction of Govt property,"ME". I got a bad sunburn on my front of feet and couldn't where my combat boots for a week.

When I was at NAS Lemoore in 1992 I had a roommate that was a mess specialist "Cook" that did not like to shower, he would climb into his rack with his clothes still covered in grease and food. I complained to the Chief in charge of the Barracks and nothing was done. Super Soakers had been on sale at the NEX I had desided to buy one along with a few other guys that had been offended by my room mates smell. As I sat with my other roommate ADAN "Willy" Wilhelm and waited for MSSN Faker to walk in I got a big hand full of shaving cream and when the door opened slapped Faker with a handful of shaving cream! we proceeded to give him a bath with super soakers! Faker took off running down the hall screaming and other guys looked to see what was going on, as we were chasing him down the hall still hosing him down yelling take your bath like a man others joined in on spraying him while running through the barracks. The halls were soaked and slippery as we would stop and refill as others were spraying him. Faker ran out the door and we proceeded to chase him for about 10 minutes more, in all it lasted about half an hour ending with him getting to tired to run anymore and fell down on the parade field. Five minutes later we hear a ambulance and they picked him up and took him to medical. As we were returning to the barrack the Chief was yelling what in the hell is going on here, I told him that we were giving my room mate a well deserved bath. Chief then chewed us a new one and had us mop up all the water and told me that he was going to make sure I was in Trouble For This!
The next day I was standing in front of all the Squadron Chiefs and the Command Master Chief asked me to explain myself. I stated how I told the Barracks Chief my issue and nothing was done so I took care of it! The Barracks Chief then started yelling at me stating he wanted the book thrown at me. The room went silent and the Command Chief raised his head and looked at me and busted out laughing and said "What Kind of Fu@#ing idiot runs from a water gun for half an hour!" The Barrack Chief started to say something and the Command Master Chief told him to shut the F up! If he would have done his job this would have never happened and I would not be in trouble for doing his job. For a while after that the Command Master Chief would just look and me and laugh and mutter half an hour!

Went to DRB (where the SNCO's chew your ass and determine if it warrants going up to the Old man). While doing Detainee OPS, I saw an old Hadjji (detainee) shaking prayer rug out. Staring at him, I asked "What's the matter? Won't the damn thing start? You do know that we shoot down flying carpets also". He complained to ICRC, I got written up. When I told the Chiefs what I had said that was sooooo offensive, the snickering started, I was told, "Get the F*** out and stand by outside". When I left the room, I heard it explode in laugh. I ended up just getting a good ass chewing and a never do it again.

Got piss drunk, probably a good 12 hours drinking in Italy. Brought back an Italian lady to the barracks. (I don't remember any of it.)

Apparently she wasn't done with me yet, because she got a hold of me in the smoke out, at around 0800 on a Monday. The Marines were morning PT'ing, and their 1SGT was even cheering us on, as the barracks came to life.

I had an open Mast, and personally told the Captain that I wasn't apologizing for being a Sailor.

I thought for sure I was going to get an Artical 15 of some form, and I do t know how I didn't. My unit was doing a rotation in NTC in 2006 as a brigade sized element. I, along with a few other friends, we're put on ADVON and arrived there 2 weeks prior to the main body. We signed for the vehicles and got things ready. We did not take a weapon, nod's or plugger, those were supposed to arrive with the main body of our unit. When the rest of our unit arrived we found our our weapons and sensitive items were shipped in a separate container and the container was lost somewhere outside of Chicago. We also found out that my unit had just had a new 1sg arrive to us from TRADOC. Rumor had it he had been in TRADOC for several years and never deployed in his 18 years. So instead of treating people in our unit like actual soldiers we were all treated like we were back in AIT I.e. Formations 3 times a day, sign out sheets, and open ranks sensitive items inspections.
Our unit was the only one operating in this manner, which made us the punch line to every other until in the brigade. So our daily morning formation was supposed to be at 0700 where we had a daily open ranks sensitive items and weapon inspections instead of have each squad report to their squad leaders like every other unit did. All this while I had no sensitive items and weapon on the account of a logistical error in shipping. This occurred everyday before we were marched to chow, and yes I mean in formation. Apparently some people weren't moving fast enough to the morning formations and our TRADOC 1sg was displeased so he began making the company formations earlier and earlier. When the formations reached 0515 I was close to my breaking point. On this morning it was cold out and like other soldiers I wore my black bear suit jacket to formation while I waited for the other members of my company to get out of the tent for formation. I was smoking a cigarette and holding my empty coffee cup waiting for the dog and pony show to start when we formed up. We got in formation and we're waiting for the 1sg, when he arrived he said to ground all cold weather gear as he deemed it unnecessary. So there I was cold, with no coffee, while the other battalions were either still sleeping or just starting to go to the latrien, I was miserable. We did our daily open ranks inspections and for the umpteenth time my platoon Sgt questioned me about my weapon and sensitive items, which still didn't have, and began chewing my ass for it... This was when I snapped. I remember him saying " what do you have to say for yourself?" And I replied " well Sgt, I don't have any of those. No plugger, no NOD's and no weapon because as far as I know they are lost in a container some fu*king place in Chicago." At this point I grabbed my croch and said " But if you want sensitive items, I've got all three right here and their presently accounted for!" I then proceeded to get my ass chewed out for a good 10 min, most of which was a blur. I hadn't really heard anything from my plt Sgt the rest of our rotation, but while we were turning in our vehicles a friend of mine in another company found, in a porta potty in the vehicle yard, half of a torn up counciling which bared my name and the events from that morning. I saved it and have it framed still today.

Well, that's bs, because I met a Tom RIO (read: Goose) who teld me his squadron had a pet fish, who they took flying in a reperposed prezel container and keep a logbook for it. He immitated what it looked like pulling g's. Priceless... Someone doesn't get "morale." I only gave a few 15s, but they were deserved (USAF): failure to go, malingering... I got kudos from the enlisted for hammering their slacker peers. Bottomline: if you don't punish slackers for valid crimes you screw the good enlisted folks. I can't believe how some officers punished what should be lauded as "tanacity." Isn't that what what we want to encourage?

Wasn't me... But a buddy of mine got pretty drunk and hopped in the back of an MP cruiser, shoved some money through the little holes in the plastic partition and demanded a ride to the barracks. He then proceeded to cuss the mp to the fullest extent possible because that stupid @$ cab driver couldn't get him home.