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

I once had to conduct an Article 15 investigation to prove a soldier was dead. A soldier went missing on the Black River outside of Fort Drum back in 1992. Witnesses he was with saw him go under when their boat capsized and never saw him again. They warn you (or used to when I in-processed) that the Black River has extremely strong undertow. Well, despite the eyewitnesses the Army and its penchant for due diligence had me interviewing barracks mates and friends, asking questions to make sure this soldier didn't have motive to go AWOL and eventually desert. 5 months later, come the spring thaw, his body was finally recovered.

Near miss... at a 5th SFG safe house in Saigon in '67 waiting to leave for R&R... E5 me and my E4 buddy get into the beer with a couple of LT's ( a rare occurance to be sure)... the club room closes so we take to the high ground ..three stories up (the roof) with a case of suds... after a bit, and bladders being what they are, we all rolled up to the edge and proceeded to "de-water"... strange metallic sound at the other end, followed by the SGM's bellowing, shall we say, his displeasure at the unexpected monsoon on his sheet metal roof... time to put your E&E into effect.

Well i Came as close to an article 15 and 15 years in levenworth as anybody really can. It was AIT in 08 at Gordon(hellhole) and we were doing DOS( Denial of Service) attacks. The instructor asked if anybody had ever participated in one. Me being the yahoo demon that I was before I joined, raised my hand. He looked at me like I had snakes for hair. "son you're the first person to ever raise their hand int he 12 years ive been instructing here. What do you know?" So i went on about dos attacks and 3 way handshakes and various other things. I even described my fav trojan at the time, Sub7. This went on for about 5 minutes or so and he finally decided that I was bullshitting(his words not mine) and continues to teach the class...for the next three minutes everything went fine, then the projector goes black and up comes his DoD email, myspace, and even a picture of his mother. He turned and looked at me with a shocked look on his face." well son i guess you wernt bullshitting. Why dont y come into the class room and walk over to me and handcuff me on the spot, took my terminal i was using and proceeded to head out the door, screaming and yelling at me for violating DoD rights ect ect. the instructor stopped them in their tracks and told them we were covering DoS attacks and he didnt believe me when I said i could do it with ease. I got the shit smoked outta me by the mp's and later my CO and 1st sgt(who commented he was impressed might i add). The only thing that saved my ass from an article 15 and Levenworth was that instructor vouching for me. Really surprised they let me keep my security clearance after that one..

I was a cook in a infantry unit in Korea being forced after a normal 18 shift to serve midnight chow because the troops complained. I told the commander it was not a good idea to say the only soldiers working more than 16 hours a day, that they have to dig a Lil deeper for soldiers who don't work half as hard or much. So, the good part. They come in my dfac drunk as all Hell and a E-0.5 butt naked collar, starts talking out the side of his neck about how the cooks ain't this and that. I'm working the grill pissed. He walked up orders some eggs and pancakes. He said he wanted them well done. I cooked them and plated it but he said it wanted it more like kinda burnt but I couldn't put it back on the grill so he spit on my grill. I grabbed my spatula and my cooking spray. I sprayed the spatula till it was dripping with vegetable oil and sat it on the grill as this kid ran his mouth. My NCO saw what I was going but didn't get it till it was too late. I told him to spit on my grill again if he was so bad. He leaned over the glass wall and I slapped him with the spatula that has been cooking for a minimum of three mins. He screamed and his battle buddies tried to rush me but one thing about cooks, we are all pretty crazy from being locked in a building for 16- 21 hours a day. He had a spatula print on his rosy red cheek for almost a month but the scars are still there lol. We cleared the entire dfac, most being thrown out like Jazz from Fresh Prince off our back loading dock. I got a company grade but only lost money cause they couldn't make me do extra duty cause we already out worked extra duty lol. We went 7 months without a day off. Let's just say that was the last time we did midnight chow lol. And it was well worth the couple hundred it costed me lol.

Received one in 88 from the SMaj in charge of the S3 shop. My wife's plane was late in arriving at Frankfurt so I called him at home to see if I could get the next day off. He said yes. At 9am this E5 from the S3 arrives beating on the door with 2 MP's, I get charged with being AWOL. Get taken back to the Bn and the SMaj gives me a Company grade Article 15. 30 days extra duty, 30 days restricted to post. No officers were involved in this process so far. So I'm out painting rocks a week in when the Battalion Commander comes past. He had been on leave when this happened. He stopped asked what I had done so I told him. I didn't know a person's face could turn that shade of red. I was told to report to his office, so while I was standing there he walks in with the SMaj in tow. This was about 8pm. He locked us both up at attention and ripped the Smaj's butt who was drunk by the way. Seems the Bn had a policy of when dependants arrive in country you get a 3 day pass. In the end I was taken off restriction and extra duty and given a week off.

Ok... here it goes..... I was in AIT at Redstone, 832nd Bravo Bull Dogs. We were off early for the 4th... We went down town and went to the University Club, and proceeded to chase tail... I found me a very beautiful and same age female who was new in town, and was out with her friends. We cozied up, and a few drinks, and didn't do anything but kiss, and trade numbers. Monday Morning PT formation rolled around and 1st Sgt. Vickory had us run the hill. We were stretching out for the run, when my buddy hits me in the arm and motions to the rear of the platoon... Oh shit, there she was.... wait, no rank, but behind us... Just let it go.... So we did our run, and Top yells for me to see him after I get dressed... I came down to his office and reported. As fast as this Private can... I enter his office .... and there she was... With a butter Bar on her cover..... OH SHIT... He Blasted me, then her, She was crying, he was saying stuff like Art 15, Fraternization in the ranks. etc etc etc.... We then went into the CO's office, and Cpt. Satcher, who was about 4'8" tall, and sweet like Georgia pie, told Top to pipe down, read me the riot act, because I was the guy, and should have known she was an officer..... Yea right... Anyways, I never saw her after that day, and might have even chased after her if'n I had known where she went. But I never paid for a drink the rest of my time at AIT... I was the Butter Buster....

I didn't get caught for this but the story is great . It was 1979 and I was stationed at MCAS Tustin in California if you haven't heard of it google it and see the awesome hangers I used to work in . Any 1979 and were standing off the fire escape on a squadbay barracks 2nd floor and I have a pen flair . I fire one off and it sounds like a .38 going off . MP's are out in full force towards the barracks I then bounced a flair off the hood off MP truck and we scatter throughout the barracks . I flew down to community head and jump in the shower . MP comes in and ask me if I seen anyone suspicious I said no so he left . So here I am in the shower with no soap, shampoo , or towel and sitting on the bench was a pair of shorts ,t-shirt and underwear . Great detective work there !

I got mine for refusing to low crawl to the buses at EIB in 2005.
I had been smoked for 1-1.5 hours, and my squad leadwe told PFC Robinson to low crawl 3/4 mile to the buses for trans.
I told him he could fuck himself.

Company grade.
14-14 no loss of rank no loss of pay.

That squad leader is in Leavenworth now.

Not due to me.

in the Spring of 1988, I was stationed in Germany and received Command Sponsorship and Approval to marry a German woman. We scheduled the wedding in German court and Battalion decided that we have to go to the field because the unit had failed a previous TAC EVAL. As a good soldier, I went on and performed my duties. My CO and 1SG approved my leaving the site early on the day we were returning to base so that I could shower and attend my wedding. BTW, my 1SG was my best man! As I get to the unit, I find out that I came down on orders for PLDC due in 3 days! No problem! I cut short my APPROVED LEAVE and will be there to perform my duties. The day before PLDC, my wife ends up in the Emergency Room of the local German Hospital with a burst appendix! She goes into surgery and lays in ICU. I go to my unit to let Command know what is going on an am told that I need to see Bn CSM for he is the one that selected me to replace somebody he felt should not be going to PLDC. I go to Bn and CSM tells me "If you are not in that truck by 0700 tomorrow morning, I will call the MPs, have you arrested and bring you up on charges for a FG A-15!" I went to see the Bn CO and he tells me that there is no way he is going to override CSM orders and that I best be on that truck. My last resort was to call the IG, but instead of calling the one for my Brigade, I called the 8th ID IG, who turned out to be a full Colonel. He was so pissed at what I was being put through that he drove all the way from 8ID HQ in BK to outside of Baumholder where our Bn HQ was. When he got there, he ordered the MPs to release me and proceeded to rip CSM and LTC a new rectum! I had 4 AAM's and was in for an ARCOM for doing my job well and being a good soldier. There was no justification for the CSM to do what he did, especially when I committed to attend the very next PLDC cycle as soon as my wife recovered. Long story short, 8ID IG got me orders to PCS two months ahead of schedule because he knew CSM was going to make my life miserable. When I got stateside and went for a S-1 points review for my SSG promotion, and found out that 2 of my 4 AAM's were rescinded and the ARCOM paperwork went into Fille 99 (trash can!). I had been in for 6 years (4 and 2) and was up for re-up. I went to my new unit's Bn CSM and told him what happened. He told me to give it up because there was nothing anybody could do. When I came on orders for BNCOC (had gone to PLDC as soon as I landed stateside!) I REFUSED my orders, which FLAGGED ME, and put in a DA4187 for an early out. I wanted nothing to do with an Army where Senior Cadre known to be a RACIST (called his black driver BOY and us Hispanics Tomato Pickers!) could get away with murder. That is my close call with an A-15. I live PROUD of my service to my country, but regret that I did not do the next 16 years thanks to CSM SALTER, HQ 4/1st ADA Bn, Hoppstadten, GE). Wherever you are, I hope you burn in hell, you SOB!

There it is, last company formation of the week... Ft Lewis summer of '97, I'm a SPC listening to the HHC Detachment 1SG drone on about not drinking and swimming or driving and swim and drink but only with a buddy but not driving and drinking...blaaa blaaa blaa... I am mentally making plans to get trashed that night with some trashcan punch we'd made up the night before. It's in the middle of wondering if the new PFC chick is going to make it or not when I hear the Detachment 1SG say something about a weekend of guard duty. I perk up and start listening, apparently the new arms room alarm is on the fritz and it is up to us, the barracks soldiers, to take over guard duty for the company. To which I speak up from the middle of the platoon and say "what about BOSS 1SG, Better Opportunities for Single Soldiers, have you heard of it?" He replies that's not his problem, to which I pipe up again (clearly so the company can hear me) "It will be your problem if you use the barracks for your bitch boys and not the entire company." The 1SG responds with "I don't think it's fair that our off post soldiers should come in to watch the on-post arms room." By now my Friday night plans are about to be fragged and I'm not happy: "Then you are a spineless piece of shit if you don't want to inconvenience those off-post soldiers and think just because I don't live off post that I don't have a life. This is bullshit!" About this time I am being physically dragged by the BDU collar out of the back of the formation by my SFC and proceeded to get gangbanged by a few Senior NCOs giving me an earful as I push up a few times, while still hot and muttering about F'n off post soldiers aren't F'n untouchable or something.
I'm happy to report that apparently while I was otherwise indisposed a few of my fellow barracks bound soldiers spoke up about the fact that Ft Lewis was trying to make barracks life bearable by not making us ready reserves for bitch duties. To which a few Sr NCOs told the Detachment 1SG he'd be in a ringer if the BDE CSM found out (as he was a champion of BOSS). Monday morning PT, still slightly hung over from Saturday night I'm pulled aside by the Company Cmdr and told I'd be receiving a Summarized Art-15 for insubordination. I said "where do I sign? I did the crime I'll do the time". Mid-day I get called to the BN CSM and proceed to get an ass chewing, the then stopped and told to go back to my job and if I ever call another Sr NCO a "Spineless piece of Shit" my ass is grass. And then the obligatory "now don't let me see you in my office again".