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

Got my only one in AIT for being drunk at the club on post. I was 18 and me & some of the other guys found out you could get served without being ID'd. Did OK until the company 1SG came in and saw us.

Punching a LTC's son after he hit me

Being an MP in Germany in 1991-93, we wrecked a lot of vehicles. They worked us 16-18 hrs a day every day, all but 2-3 days of the month. We were pretty creative at keeping our sanity. A Soldier's worst enemy is boredom. A buddy rolled a VW van while coming back to the MP station on a road that wasn't a road. "Goat Path" seemed to fit better. Since this was right after another Soldier had tore off all 4 wheels of a van going over two sets of train tracks without the benefit of the road, the Company was getting really tired of it. He got a Company grade AR15 and they really wanted to stick it to him. They decided he was going to pay for that van. As it turns out, (not surprisingly), The 20 plus year old VW van with no heat, terrible headlights and a top speed of 50mph, was worth $246 dollars to the Army. (At this point everyone was thinking that was a pretty good deal to have your own van to roll for $246.) So, to deter our van purchasing plans in the future, they charged him the remainder of his months base pay to disassemble it and use the parts. So much for buying my own van...

When I was stationed at Fort Sam, working at BAMC, I had this NCO who had it out for me....he was a douchebag and everybody new it. I went in front of the company commander, with one of my other NCO's and my first sergeant. The first question she asked was "what is going on?" I replied with "I have an attitude problem with that particular NCO." The minute I said that, I felt someone grab my collar and my arm as I was standing at attention, and heard the words "we will be right back ma'am." The first sergeant pulled me into his office and asked what the fuck I said that for. I told him, "just being honest first sergeant." Needless to say we went back into the commanders office and I got off without losing rank or pay. I was merely restricted to the barracks and put on cleaning detail when I wasn't working at the hospital..I got off lucky and they transferred him out of my department after a while.

OK. I don't have service stories. One thing I will always remember is sitting around the table at a club dinner, listening to all the stories from the old wolves. After a while, one of them says, "You young pups will never have the kind of fun we used to have." I piped up, "You guys didn't have fun; you guys 'committed' fun. If we tried even a fraction of that, we'd be gone for 3 to 5."

We have gone on to "commit" our own fun that we can regale the next generation with.

One other thing, never brush off those storytellers as being full of it. In the passage of time, you'll look back and be able to say,"How the hell did we get away with THAT!"

Almost had one: I was a boundryman and we were running a GQ drill. Someone came through the door and I heard it, I didn't look to see who it was as I was also watch the AFFF station. I yelled "Dog the door" to which the reply was "Shut the fuck up". So I yelled back "Fuck you". HTC had come through the door and he was already pissed about something else....whoops. The XO tossed it out.

Well I was deployed to mount Fuji with support unit in the Marines we were barely given any liberty and when we did we had to be back at midnight, so we always took advantage of our limited time. Drunk as skunks walking back to camp, there was a Japanese army base across the street. there were a bunch of people partying in a building on the second floor and we started talking, they were motioning for me to climb the fence and come up. well it sounded like a good idea at the time, so I climb over the fence and get about ten feet away from it and all these Japanese guards with some sort of wooden toy like guns come rushing me. I burst out laughing because of the toy guns and get carted off. They hit me with illegal entry on a Japanese Army base and aasked me if I was trying to start wwIII I got my ass chewed by everyone from the Sgt. of the guard all the way up to both battalion commanders. was given 14 and put on remedial pt for the rest of deployment.

We were having an FRG fundraiser wth the Company, family, and friends. Auctioning off the chance to put a pie in an NCO's face! Bidding started off @ $25. A few NCO's went Privates won and mearly smeared the pie into their face. Now it's MY NCO's turn, bidding reached $250 dollars with him bidding against me, my battles came together and collected $275. I won, and with the pie I stepped back as if I was going for a field goal whispering, "any last words?". With that I steep forward and knocked him out of his chair! Strawberry, whip cream, and filling ran Down his face screaming, "get down a push the floor!!!!" Without hesitation I did as instructed and accepted my punishment.

If I had been a civilian, I'd be in jail... So I had just been stationed at Ft. Bragg. I had no vehicle and I wanted to go to benning to hook up with this chick I met in AIT. A new buddy of mine had a truck, so I asked him to use it. He didn't want to let me because he didn't have insurance. So, I waited until he went to chow, broke into his room, took the keys, and off I went.
After a weekend of activities, I returned to Bragg to meet my chain of command waiting for me in the barracks. For grand theft auto, I got 14&14 with suspended bust. Good times!

My first and second one were in Basic/AIT. On the first one, we had this sh!tbird who couldn't get his act together in Basic. He was the type that we dared him to take a chew, take a dip, smoke a cigar and smoke a cigarette at the same time. His bunk was always f*kd up and his wall locker was never to standard. We had a post commander inspection coming up and two of our drill sergeants called me, the other 3 squad leaders and the platoon guide into his office. He said, "We have the post commander and sergeant major inspection in 3 days. If that motherf***ing "Jones" is here, it's going to be y'all's asses. Get rid of him, we don't care how." Well, considering that 3 of the 5 of us were the alpha ass*oles in the platoon, we had a secret meeting and said that me and the other 2 would take care of "Jones". We had just moved from WW II barracks to new, 2 story barracks, with the widows where you could open them like a door. The ground floor was the port of call. We were on the second floor. That night, about 0300, we attacked. Jones was sleeping and we punched him, wrapped him in that old wool army blanket, opened the window and tossed him out. You'd have thought we were ninjas because barely a sound escaped... We jumped back into our bunks and then the crying and screaming echoed through the port of call. Ambulance showed up, MPs showed up, every swinging d*** in that unit was standing in formation by 0330 hours. The 1SG called us in, one at a time. You started at the 1SG office, then to the LT's office, then to the CPT's office, then to the Sr. Drill Sgt office and then to the DS office. Each one grilled us. They grilled all 140 of us, one at a time. Threats with everything from life in prison to 30 years at hard labor at Leavenworth. Each time one of OUR drill sergeants got a second with us, he'd mutter, "Don't say a fucking word. You're going to be OK." This crap lasted 3 days. We got smoked in PT, forced road marches, obstacle course, confidence course, everything. Our training program was suspended so that they could find out who threw Jones out that window and broke his shoulder and arm.

Finally the 1SG and Sr Drill called the 5 of us in. Our 1SG's name was Comfort. We called him Southern Comfort (behind his back). He and the SDS tell us that they KNOW we did it. We didn't say a word. Then our drill sergeants come in and say, "It's OK. The doors are closed. They (1SG and SDS) know. The 1SG said that since there was no "proof" that we were going to get suspended Art 15s. It was the best we could hope for. He asked if we had anything to say. I said, "Well, if it was me handing out Article 15's, I wouldn't give one to Mosely. He wasn't even there and wasn't in on the planning. I came up with the plan and talked the other 3 guys into it."... So, they called us "The 4 Horsemen". My additional punishment for being ring leader was PT every evening, no matter what and I didn't get to walk across the stage on graduation. The 1SG gave me my diploma at the unit while I mopped and buffed floors with everyone at graduation. LOL....

I got my next Article 15 about 5 weeks later.. Same chain-of-command. That one I will save for later. LOL