What is your most memorable moment from Basic Training?

We had a guy that was made recruit section leader, and got all puffed up about it, throwing his new 'authority' around... so right before our big inspection on 1-5 day, I secretly tucked a couple of cough drop wrappers between his perfectly folded shirts... needless to say the company commanders were livid at his unsat locker, and made him put a sheet over his head and crawl through the head and then made him walk up to each of us (while we were all being cycled) screaming at the top of his lungs "WE ALL LIVE IN A PIG STY". Truly... one of the best scenes of my entire life :p

For the last activity of the day, We were crossing a one rope bridge over a small creek. A bunch of officers appeared to watch. Cadre then started loading the rope with trainees, one trainee froze, I hung on - until dropping into the shallow water. In response to 'where's your rifle private', I assumed a diving position and soon found my rifle. Everyone was wet and dirty that night. We took everything into the communal showers for a good washing!

ON GRADUATION DAY, after parade, one Airman's parents showed up at the flight door. Of course the Dorm guard wasn't having any of that but the idiot spawn of said parents saw them, elbowed the guard out of the way and said "I got this. Mom, dad, come on in!" Our MTI showed up a few minutes later and reamed the kid and his parents in epic fashion. That airman got recycled after he graduated.

Hmm...Don't know if I have a "most" memorable, but here's some highlights:
1. 30AG Reception, about 2 in the morning, we were all woken up by the Drill Sergeant screaming at the two guys he caught having sex in the showers.
2. 30AG Reception, it was September, and the end of the fiscal year was upon us, thus Uncle Sam ran out of money and ran out of toilet paper; however, they still had a well stocked DFAC of napkins. Too bad the idiots who resorted to using their socks--and clogging the toilets--weren't bright enough to grab the napkins at chow.
3. Fireguarding 2 dolts who claimed they were going to "kill" themselves.
3.1 One of those dolts bought a fully loaded Ipod from some guy for $800, had no charger or ear buds, hid it in the ceiling tiles and got busted the SAME DAY. got an Article 15 for his efforts, and never listened to song 1.
3.2 Same dolt, once scored a 10 on his APFT...seriously.
4. Farmed out to our sister platoon who was attacking the training FOB during our FTX, and providing support by fire by sticking the muzzle of my M4 out my hooch (we were camped outside the training FOB as our sister platoon made their attack), while being functionally asleep.
5. The Clinch Drill (noses broken, a jaw broken, I think everybody got messed up to some degree). We weren't allowed to fight back, just suck up the hits and get the clinch. I watched my bunkmate get knocked down 8 times, only to get back up--wobblier each time--and try again. he failed, but it was gutsy.
6. The singular sweat funk of the cattle cars.
7. Had a guy go AWOL because he had bad scoliosis, and should never have been there in the 1st place. He was told the med-board process would take around 8 months, and he was stuck. He ran to Florida, got a civilian lawyer, turned himself in at Pensacola, was returned to us a couple weeks later and was boarded out within a week.
8. The Drill Sergeant showing us how to (try to) knock down a small tree using concussion grenades in a small hallow of the tree. Didn't work.

BCT 2011. Girl had just got back from con leave. In locker, ASU inspection with the commander. Commander found "love letters" to and from a male soldier also in training. She'd been in trouble already for sleeping with the guys. Commander screamed at her she was a whore and a waste of the Army's time and money and they never should have sent her back. That was interesting.

Ok, really quick explanation up front... I am listed as civilian because I was injured at MCRD San Diego and was ELS. While I am proud of my time spent at boot and I still feel the Esprit de Corps, I would never want to take anything away from the brothers I made while there by calling myself a veteran.

With that said, I remember vividly coming back from evening chow and finding Mount "Clothesibachi" in the center of the squadbay. On top of the mountain was a padlock knot/ball with all 182 padlocks (2 per recruit, 91 recruits in my platoon). Apparently, our SDI was doing a walk through of the squad bay while we were at chow and found an unsecured footlocker and unlocked all the locks and proceeded to make the rest of the night living hell. Squad leaders and the guide would grab a lock serial #, run out to the pit and call it out, then take the place of that recruit while they unlocked their locks and re-secured their footlockers, the recruit would then return to the squad leader or guide and rinse and repeat. By the time we were done we all looked like gingerbread men, and the DIs still weren't done with us. Field day of the squad bay was done after lights out and via scuzz brush races. We never did actually find out the recruit who left their footlocker unsecured.

Checking out on graduation day.

Our TI was going through a divorce so BCT sucked ass. He'd get in a fight with his wife and then come in and take it out on us. Come in at 0200 and sprinkle dirt on the toes of our boots, then wake everyone up and smoke the hell out of us because we had dirty boots. Pull the fire alarm while we were in the showers and make us all run downstairs wrapped in towels. He would come into the barracks and piss all over the urinals right before an inspection. While everyone else rode the cattlecars to IWQ, we got up at 0330 so our flight could march to the range. etc, etc, etc. We had several guys crack under the constant BS. One Sunday after evening chow, this guy was standing at his wall locker, stuck his head in and started slamming the door on his head crying he wanted his mommy. Another kid tripped himself down the stairs and broke his leg. Another guy went into the latrine, bent forward and ran as fast as he could into the shower wall, knocked himself out. I was the Flight Office Technician aka "house mouse" and I spent many an hour escorting guys to the clinic for psych evals. We lost nearly half our flight to washouts and recycles.

Tough call, but I think the time I royally pissed off another trainee in my squad so much that he threw a wall-locker at me from across the room. Not the only time letting my mouth run ahead of common sense caused trouble, but certainly one of the more memorable ones.

Doing the ruck march back from our FTX. I noticed there was a gap in our line up ahead of me, and because of the pride instilled in me by my DS, I broke ranks and filled it in, all this with some seriously aching feet (turns out I was wearing one boot that belonged to someone else, some who had bigger feet than me, and the next day I went to sick call for the blisters).