What is your wildest story from basic training?

i WAS THE PLATOON GUIDEON.NOT TO MENTION JOINING THE ALL MARINE CORPS BOXING TEAM AFTER BOOT.
DURING QUALIFYING AT 'RIFLE RANGE THE TWO DI'S AND PLATOON COMMANDER 'ORDERED' ME TO MEET THEM AT THE BARRACKS.....ONCE THERE, THEY OFFERED ME A COLD BEER!!WE TALKED ALL ABOUT BOXING AND JOINING THE ALL USMC TEAM...BELIEVE IT OR NOT, I EVEN HAD A SECOND BEER!! BUUUUT, NEXT AM. IT WAS BUSSINESS AS USUAL, AND YESTERDAY DID NOT HAPPEN. CRAZY HUH?!

It was March 1964 at Great Lakes Training Center, in Chicago, Ill. Boot Camp was a real shocker to me. I was always tired and to my luck I spotted several mattresses stacked against a wall. I managed to crawl between them and was sleeping like a baby. All of sudden I was drenched with water. Yep, they found me and I was soaking wet. However, that was not the end. First they made me talk to a tree in front of the whole squadron. That was not enough so they gave me a shovel and told me to shovel all the snow off the grass in front of the barracks. Needless to say, I was frozen because of the water they threw on me. That lasted for a couple of hours. That night I became very ill. My temperature was 103 and climbing. To get my temperature down they put me a tub of cold water. I had pneumonia and something else I can't remember. I was in sick bay for four days before I recovered. At least I got some sleep while recovering.

Parade day practice they asked for the spokes person from each division to come up but I heard shortest person, So I stroll up and give a speech that I had no idea what to say a few people in our division got in trouble so we lost points so i went on about how they didn't mean a thing and we were the best, etc.

Drill Sargent

I was at Fort Jackson for basic training, in June. We were doing a ruck march and the drill sergeants decide we needed some weapon pt. After about 15 minutes we were all smoked. Another soldier acted like he passed out from heat exhaustion to give us a break. Not all heroes wear capes! Maurice James III, I miss you. After he got out of the Army he moved to California. He disappeared and has never been found. I have never met another person like him.

Fort Jackson South Caroline 1991. We were out on our week in the field before graduation. We were digging fox holes cleaning up trenches ect. All a sudden my battle buddy taps me and says "look" and points out in front of us. Two drill sergeants were carrying a massive snake that was dead it was so long it took two of them. A few minutes later I heard a soldier screaming and the drill sergeants laughing. She packed up a bad and took off running and crying. Everyone was a bit shocked. It took the drill sergeants quite a while to find the poor soldier. Story goes they threw the snake on the soldier. Obviously they knew she was scared of snakes.

My basic training was at Fort Riley Kansas in February of 1961.As you know, it can get very cold in Kansas in February . How cold was it ?? We were on the firing range and we were required to sleep in our little pup tents. The temperature was at a -20 below zero. The wind was ruthless. Camped next to me was a guy who was so desperate to keep warm that he started a fire in his steel pot helmet. An NCO saw smoke coming out of the tent, ran to the tent, reached inside, grabbed the kid by the shirt and threw him out into the snow. We later heard that he was discharged because of some other crazy things that he did. It was so cold, that instead of walking to the latrine to piss, we pissed in our canteen cup. In the morning we would knock out the ice, rinse out the cup and fill it with coffee. Crazy huh?
That's my story.

Having Freestyle Rapping Cipher With Fellow Privates In The Wee Hours Of The Morning In Zero Degree Weather (Fort Knox In February) After 12 Mile Road March Up And Down Misery And Agony (Watching Privates Roll Downhill In Full Battle Rattle) And Setting Up For BIVWAC. It Was A Rager!:)

I went to medical for chaffed dick

One evening when all of the women in our barracks were in our nighties and ready for bed, the assistant drill sergeant came in drunk. He made us stand beside our bunks and march in place while reciting cadences. I assume someone reported him, because after that evening we never saw him again.