What is your wildest story from basic training?

I was helping clean my RDC's office during our Saturday morning field day. One of our RDC's was a short angry red-head type guy. On his desk was his collection of military coins, proudly displayed in a custom mahogany case with black velvet lining. One of our division females asked him what they were, so he explained how you could get them from important people for doing odd jobs, buy some in the exchange, and people even traded them sometimes. I was like "like pokemon cards for the military?" His face turned redder than his hair and he was so angry he couldn't get the words out to give me pushups, so he just pointed out the door and I ran for it, lol.

Basic Training Day #1-The Drill Sergeant told me to go to the paint closet and get some paint for painting our room, so I go to the paint closet and start lifting the cans so I can read to find the right color of paint when one of the cans tops (which was loose) pops off and paint explodes across the closet and pours out the door, as I try to clean it up, I look up to see my Drill Sergeant with the angriest look you can imagine... It was a very long eight weeks from there.

Hiding under my bunk looking at a center fold. Drill caught me and made me climb in a dumpster to find the whole book.

During the first week of Basic Training, during a march from morning chow. The front 6-7 recruits were hit by a car with foggy windows at the H & HS chow hall in Parris Island, SC. USMC, platoon 4040, September 1998.

While doing land nav, I wound up going through a part of the water and saw a water moccasin swimming near by - I beat feet outta the water and had to start over. During the same course, I saw in the distant on the trail what looked to be a mirage, but it was a damn fox. It saw me and I saw it - screamed and we both ran opposite directions. Needless to say, Land Nav became a memorable event for me!

When I got speared by my drill sergeant and he said tell your uncle I said hi. Turns out he use to be a sheriff deputy in the county where my uncle was sheriff.

I was constipated for three days. Not pooping did not bother me, and it all worked out in the end!

I plead the fifth and there were no cell phones at the time. The buildings have been conveniently burned to the ground.

I was in Platoon 2017 at Parris Island July - Sept 1967. Age 17. We were coming out of the mess hall after breakfast (we were always hurried at every meal) and standing outside at attention in formation reading our little red "notebook of knowledge" while the rest of the platoon finished their meal. I had left the mess hall with one of those small boxes of sugar smacks cereal stuffed into my utility shirt and was slowly inserting them into my mouth secretly (or so I thought). The Drill Instructor came up to me and challenged me by saying, "what is that in your mouth, shi-thead." I had never hear that word before and could not help myself from laughing. Unfortunately, in addition to my laugh exiting my mouth, my partially chewed cereal also flew out and much of it landed on his immaculate uniform. The consequence for both mistakes must remain a secret.

This story is made" wild",by knowing how serious a GI inspection is.As the General passed down the ranks,he stopped in front of a country boy from Boca Chila,Miss.The General remarked that he noticed he had 2 missing fingers on his shooting hand in which the young man implied I lost them in a car wreck.The General stated,I also noticed you have a badly broken front tooth,did that also happen in the wreck?Without missing a beat,the private said,"no sir,I drapped 'em in the sank".It was all platoon could stand.We spent the next 2 days marching all over Ft.Hood.