Exhaust Samples, Prickey-6, ID-Ten-Tango, Chem Light Batteries, are these all examples of hazing? Or rights of passage? Or just having fun?

Send the guy to get some TR double E batteries and see what happens. This is all in fun and a rite of passage, I went through it as did many of the soldiers who came in the service after me.

Oh, let us not forget the frequency grease and liquid squelch for the radios.
Blinker fluid for the turn indicators.
I managed to kill any further attempts at sending me for anything when they tried to send me for a box of grid squares and I came back with a box, a pair of scissors, and a map which I then proceeded to sit down and cut the map along the grid lines. I would have used the unit paper cutter but it was in the 1SG office and I didn't want to bother him. Seriously, this is a true story. One I am sure someone else can verify or have done themselves.

C.

To get the ones I haven't seen here yet.
-Give a pvt a hammer and tell him to go to his armored vehicle and hit it to find the soft spots in the armor
-(this one happened to me) Boom checking a howitzer. Open the breach and have the pvt shout "BOOM!" down the barrel and have the prankster at the muzzle "listening for harmonic deficiencies" rinse and repeat at leisure.(Gimme a break, it was a ceremonial event and I am Infantry. All I know about Artillery is that is goes bang and hits stuff far away.)

A bit of all, methinks. I know there will be some that will balk at my "we all had to do it", but I feel it was necessary. It sucked so bad at the time, but then you learned whatever lesson that is was designed to do.

Did I loathe buffing the floors?? Heck yes, since the buffer was heavier than I am, but I will never forget one of the days in Basic I was left to buff the floors on a quiet Sunday. Everyone cleared out and I was allowed to play music while I whittled away at my tedious punishment (I likely laughed at the Drill Sergeant when he said "this ain't Burger King, kitten. You will NOT have it your way. HA!!) Anyway, I got so zoned out with the music and the buffing that I was singing Pat Benatar "All Fired Up" REALLY loudly. Yep, that looming sense and the hairs started to stand on my neck as I turned to see about 8 Drill Sergeants from the Company standing there. Some were smiling, some were hiding the smiles, my DS/s were salivating at how bad I was to get smoked next. And I did. Ahhh, good times. Still laugh when I hear that song.

The day that I hear of someone getting an Article 15 for sending a young Enlisted person to find a "Pric-E-9", that is the day I may have to consider putting my stripes into mothballs.