What can you do or say at Basic to ensure additional smoke sessions?

My nephew was in Boot Camp at Patti’s Island. I wrote on the back of the outside envelope “ Which DI did you say was cute?” A second letter said,” Which DI did you say you could whip their ass?” My son was getting ready to graduate Army Basic Training in SC. I was their to attend and met his DS. We talked about the military and I had an excellent conversation with him. As I left to go to my hotel that day, as visiting hours were over I said to the DS to smoke my son hard that night. Also to ask my son why he was getting smoked, and when my son replied why, to respond, “ Because your daddy loves you.” It was freaking hilarious. My son who is now in his mid 30’s still talks about it.

Ok, I got another one. I was a holdover and there was a trainee in the next cycle faking heart attacks. When the drills got on his ass he told them that he had a cousin that was a three star general, and boy were they gonna get it! Turns out he wasn't lying, this turd's cousin was in fact a USAF LT General. When the AF O-9 got wind of his kins shenanigans, he called the infantry school commander and 'convinced' him to TDP the twerp. Heart attack Jack was out of the Army in less than 24 hours.

I did it a boot camp, Parris Island 1984. Yep, just request permission to get smoked. DIs thought I was crazy. Did it at least once daily. I got smoked, then requested more.

Eventually the DIs wouldn't smoke me.

Did get in incredible shape.
H Company
3rd BN

it would be a good time to get over your addiction and spare yourself cost and consequences . during my service my addiction was sustained at 19¢/pack . now when i'm behind someone paying for fags, my head calculator spins out of control to figure the lifetime cost, then my body reminds me my painful health situation . i did quit 21 yrs ago .

When I was in basic training at Ft. Dix the Drill Sergeant told us during a smoke break that if we didn't have cigarettes we should bum them from someone else. How time has changed. In Vietnam out in the bush on resupply day they would send out cartoons of cigarettes.

Ft Jackson 93 Blue Phase, myself and 4 other recruits all shoot possibles for final qualification. Drill piles the 5 of us into a truck and takes us the Burger King, says you all have a 10 dollar limit. So of course we all go to town and eat up. Drill piles us back in the truck and brings us back to the platoon bay. In front of the rest of the platoon he smokes us all till we were making a beeline to the latrine to puke our guts up.

I forgot another good one: We had a drill sergeant in my battery (not my platoon) whose name was Wulf. He was GRAY! I mean SUPER GRAY at 27 years old! In my head, I always referred to him as Lord GrayWulf. So on the day of the Rifle Bayonet Course/Pugil Training, he was extraordinarily upset that day and NOTHING could seem to change that. I was running through the obstacles on the course and he yelled at me to yell louder. To which I responded (not fully thinking bout it), "Yes, Lord GrayWulf!" He yelled out, "WTF did you just say to me, Blue?!?" And I responded, "Drill Sergeant, you told me to yell louder and I said 'Yes, Lord GrayWulf!" After I finished running the course, he called me over to him and smoked me until the whole damn battery finished running the course. All 150 trainees! But it didn't stop there. I fought my way through all opponents in the battery to become pugil champion. But he wouldn't let me claim the title until I beat him. I had him two points to nothing when he said, "You're not gonna beat me, Blue!" To which I responded, "Bring it on, Lord GrayWulf!" He snarled, "Shut the f--- up, Blue! Don't call me that!" I busted back, "Oh, sorry Drill Sergeant! Would you prefer Lord SabreWulf from Killer Instinct?" I think that sorta activated Ultra Instinct mode in him because each strike of his that followed was HARD! He couldn't connect properly, but each strike had everything he had in it. He pulled back to measure me a little, breathing pretty hard. I saw what he was about to do, so I parried his strike to my right which brought him forward and off-balance. I dipped down to my right and caught him under the chin while rising up. It looked kinda like a Dragon Punch from Street Fighter, except with a pugil stick. Knocked him on his butt pretty good. So I won. Then I walked over to him, helped him to his feet, and said, "Great match, Drill Sergeant." He responded, "That's Lord GrayWulf to YOU!" I said, "yes, Drill Sergeant." He and I became good friends after AIT and we trained together during the last 160 days of the extension during my first deployment. He was an advisor for the Iraqi Police at that time. We saw each other in the chow hall one day on Camp Liberty and made it happen from there.

Had a DS from Cuba. His favorite thing was to have the whole platoon roll right, and roll left anytime day or night. The winter of course was cold in Missouri, so there was lots of thin ice and cold water beneath. We broke through the ice, and he wasn’t satisfied until the entire platoon was soaked, muddy and cold. I remember our last platoon march with him we all dropped an rolled without him saying so. I swear I saw a tear in his eye as he told us how proud he was.

When we got off the cattle trucks at Ft. Leonard Wood, MO, a female Drill Sergeant got in another basic trainees face and started yelling at him. He responded with “Get out of my face, BITCH!” Than idiot instantly had 4 Drill Sergeants in his face and he was getting smoked for about 3 hours. I know he was crying and begged them to stop. One of the Drill Sergeants replied “who’s the BITCH now, Private?”
I got nailed because the first and last words out of our mouths had to be “Sergeant” so everything was “Sergeant yes, Sergeant”. I was asked where I was from. “Sergeant, Nebraska, Sergeant”. Then they asked WHERE in Nebraska. Oh damn! I knew I was screwed. “Sergeant, Sargent Sergeant!” I was in the front leaning rest while my Battle Buddy went to my locker to retrieve my drivers license to prove I wasn’t being a smart ass.

Reception station Ft Jackson 1984. Went there with the same mustache I had for two years. The drill told me to shave it. My LTC grandfather 30 years infantry and SF said not to worry 670-1 said I could have a mustache. So I told the drill that. Couple of hours later I shaved with very tired arms.