What constitutes being "old school" in the military?

If your PT consist of the daily dozens and you had not alternate exercise for your PT test, than you are old school. If your Day Room had a beer machine along side a soda machine, than you are old school. If you were a 76Y Unit Specialist/Armor and your Company's Linen was on the FMO PB, than you are old school.
LOL

For you Artillerymen out there you remember the battalion FDC was in a TACFIRE van. The Battery Computer System Charts and Darts meathod of computing firing data Laying the battery with an aiming circle and safeing the battery with the safety circle before firing Calling for fire with your eyeballs map compass and binoculars no lasers

My son had Basic his Junior summer in High School at Ft Dix while I was an Army Recuiter. I have a picture somewhere.

Forgot a couple:
Playing pushball for PT
Pay call (which I only saw in OSUT)
Dining facility prices never exceeded $.35 per meal
Not wearing PT belt
Wall locker SOP

Went to school of the soldier..

Man, some of these definitions are terrible. A lot of these things applied to me, and nobody would ever accuse me of being old-school.

Personally, I think old-school means you cleaned your musket, clutched your raggedly clothes in the harsh winter, you served in an all-white, all-male unit, and you mourned your buddy when he died of dysentery. And I don't know why anyone would think the old ways were automatically better...

T-rats (I think that's what they were called) every day for meals in the field. Breakfast was scrambled egg with sausages embedded in it. Lunch and dinner could be scalloped potatoes, some kind of beef or pork, fruit salad (again, all in t-rat form, a pan boiled in hot water in the field kitchens).

But, the best was the reconstituted chocolate pudding t-rat, made with reconstituted milk. It was, in effect, liquid Ex-Lax. I was enlisted at the time, on the crew of an M88 recovery vehicle. After being served the pudding at multiple meals on multiple days, we started avoiding it because of the effects. However, our TC on the 88 was a Polack named Tomaszewski, and he would gather up the uneaten pudding t-rats and eat them, like a kid on Christmas Day with his favorite present. That was one long field exercise for us.

As an old first sergeant said one time "The Army ain't like it used to be, and it never was."

Basic with an M-1 Garand.

Lived in a WWII era barracks? Wow, you've been in England here recently haven't you? I remember trying to learn computers in the 80's, nobody new jack diddly squat. The deuce and half was being fased out, and replaced with the Hummer. The C - 117 was just a concept. The problem with the C - 130 was that the government paid the cost to operate the plane to the cost OF the plane every three years. Yea, I remember that.