What is your most memorable moment from Basic Training?

So many I could write a book. One that stands out is falling in with the wrong company. I had to go to dental for a filling the second week, so was a little numb. I saw people falling in outside on my way back to the barracks and did the right thing, I fell in with the company. And not just any company, but HQ. Realized my mistake when everyone was 20 years older than me and had rank on their bdu' s. But a major was cool, corrected me after formation and advised me that if I saw people forming up , just walk behind the formation. Nice guy

My best memory at Ft.Sill Hot as F@%k Oklahoma. Finding out on day 2 of basic that my Drill Instructor was from the same home town as me. Not a real big town.
I was a sneaky little bastard back then. I wrote a letter to my old homeroom teacher who happened to also be the High School Librarian for the previous 35 years. She did a little research and sent me copies of Drill Sgt. Steve Kennerson's year book photos. Especially the one she blew up for me with his Hugh Afro , LIKE THE SIZE OF A BASKETBALL. Every pushup I did for receiving that package, for the look on his face . He made us read our mail out loud to the Plooton called story time. Mine was show and tell. The other Drills gave him so much shit for that. It was great.

On the firing line I could not hit the 200 meter target with my m14. I needed glasses but I was too vain. The dsgt gave me his glasses. I smoked the 200 meter target. So I went to the clinic and got 5 pair. Qualified as a expert.

One Sunday night some guys were still showering at lights out. This prompted the DS on duty to call a company formation, in the dark, in New Jersey, in late November. Some were in PT uniforms, others in bathrobes with shower shoes, a few in nothing but a towel. We conducted drill and ceremony for over an hour. Best part was the flap flap of the platoon guides shower shoes as he ran back and forth every time the DS called "left face" and "right face". A cold, but funny evening.

Wasn't me but the one man who got three letter, from three ladies all saying - I am pregnant and you are the daddy.

Two turned out to be false and the third married the girl after basic.

During second phase at Edson Range. Drill Instructor Sgt. Casanova was taking groups of recruits, four or so at a time, down to the pit. Between one of the iterations another DI from a different platoon beat him to the pit. So he had us filling our cargo pockets with sand and then bringing and dumping it onto the Quarter Deck. When he thought there was sufficient sand in the new pit he started cycling us through his "Rose Garden" as he put it. On top of looking like a bunch of sugar cookies we also got the bonus of having to field day the squad bay because his rose garden really made a mess of the place, or we made a mess of the place with the garden. I don't know. Whatever it was a mess and is one of those experiences I can recall like it was yesterday.

Ft Benning, Class A's in a cattle truck heading to Columbus to watch a Baseball game, someone spit out the window and it landed on some Generals wives windshield. What followed was an hour of the most grotesque session of grass drills on the side of a busy Interstate that I am happy to say I have ever been part of, happy because it never happened again to me and that it only lasted an hour.

My RDCs pulled a Band of Brothers on us - we had an early lunch and were supposed to have our PRT 4 hours later; we went straight from the galley to the track. I don't know if I ever before or again puked as hard as I did at the end of that run.

The first morning we were waken. Trash cans were thrown down the middle of the barracks (after a few hours of sleep) and I'm thinking what the hell did I get myself into! LOL.

Learning that my mother had named me improperly, because Jeffrey Allen was the Senior Drills first and middle name and no goat smelling ass private could possibly have the same name needless to say “front leaning rest...”