What is your wildest story from basic training?

While in Basic Training in Fort Dix New Jersey, the trainees were being assigned to our Drill Sergeants on a very hot day. Drill Sergeant Wilson, newly graduated from Drill Sergeant's School, dropped us on the hot pavement for push ups for some unknown infraction and wouldn't let us get up until we "locked it up". The hot pavement was burning our hands, so "locking it up" was nearly impossible. In the following week of training, he let us go to the latrine but only gave us 10 minutes to get back into formation. Forty females using 3 sit downs was not going to be accomplished in 10 minutes. Those of us who only had to pee, used the 10 urinals on the wall by backing up to them. Drill Sergeant Wilson later dropped us for doing that too. He finally understood...we were NOT male soldiers and there were some concessions necessary for the female soldiers just because we were not equipped like the males.

While in basic training another airman and I was tasked to paint our T.i's office..
We were about 1/2 way into our basic training..Our T.I. was very impressed with our work and bragged about it to other T.I's. So another T.I. took him up on an offer to loan us out to give his office a
make over..while doing the work we were told to just relax and we were able to talk to the T.I. as people not someone in an official capacity as we were not from his training unit..Durring our conversation we learned that the T.I. like us was from Indiiana..so we had alot in common we found from our conversation..
This T.I. too was impressed with our work.
What made this situation quite funny was that after that work for both training instructors was that we were on easy street for the rest of the training time.
We got to get out of certain training duties, our inspections were easier and on the occasion that we would be in formation marching to here and there when we would pass the other T.I. marching his flight somewhere he would yell out a greeting to my painting partner and myself..In his doing so as we were in formation he and I didn't know whether to poop or get off the pot.We were in Basic training where everything is supposed to be serious...Right?? Not so much for us
after we impressed our instructors..
Moral of the story?? While in training...find a way to impress your instructors...sit back and relax for the rest of the trip..lol..

Well, Will I Be The Only One Around Here
Who'll Admit To Stupidity?
It Was June Of 1961, I'd Just Turned 17 A Few Days Before,
And In My 2nd Or 3rd Week In Basic At Lackland AFB, In San Antonio,Texas;
It Had Been A Relatively Tough Day In Basic,
And I Was Exhausted And Heading Outside For a Smoke Break,
When The Assistant T.I. Shouted Out: "AIRMAN, WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING"?
And, As I Previously Just Stated. " Who'll Admit To Stupidity"?
Well, That Would Have To Be Me..!!... With Absolutely No Forethought... Obviously;
For Reasons I Really Don't Recall, I Screamed Back At Him "OUTSIDE, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH"!! As I Was Headed Directly Towards Him At Full Speed;
Then I Became The MOST Fortunate Airman On The Entire Base; Two Guys Grabbed Me As I Was Flying By, And Slammed Me To The Floor. Then Held There Until The Assistant T.I. Took Over And Looked Me Straight In The Eyes And Informed Me By Saying:
"AIRMAN, YOU JUST GOT LUCKY AS ALL HELL"!!, And Followed Me On The Way Out The Door....
Then He Put Me Against The Wall And Explained The Situation When He Said, In A FAR More Polite Voice: "If You EVER Pull Shit Like This Again, I'll Beat The Hell Out Of You And Have You Tossed Out Of The Air Force, On Your Ass.. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, AIRMAN"?.. Then We Returned Back Inside The Barracks.. Because I DID Understand, COMPLETELY!
Now Here's The Kicker; You Will NOT Believe It Either. ...,THREE YEARS Later, As I Stepped Off The Plane After Landing At KIMPO AFB, SOUTH KOREA....... He's Standing At The Base Of The Steps,
When I About Went Into SHOCK, As He looked Up Laughing & Saw Me While Saying:
"DEVANEY,? God Damn Guy, How Ya Been"?!!
He MUST Have Trained MORE Than 1000 Of Other Troops But Called ME by Name From About 30 Feet Away.. Go Fkn Figure..!!
... Anyway, While Waiting For My Ride To Osan; We Must Have Laughed & Talked For Well Over
An Hour Before Having To Part Separately To Our Different Bases.
I Never Saw Or Heard From Him Again.... But He Sure REMEMBERED Me & I NEVER Forgot HIM...LMFAO....
What Are THOSE Odds?

When I went through basic training, we had a soldier that walked like he had a leg injury, the funny part was when he received his discharge or release, I saw him bebop down the street like nothing was wrong with him

When I got to BASIC TRAINING, D-10TH M.P. TRAINING BATTALION, FT. McClellan, Alabama, The Drill Seargent, gets on The Bus. His "Demeanor/Tone of Voice", started off REAL Friendly! It went something like this; "Good Evening! My Name, is Drill Seargent. For the next 4 Months, I will be Your Father, Mother, Sister, & Brother!!

One of our fellow trainees was from New York and was Jewish. He was used to eating a Kosher diet, but found that very difficult in 1983 at Fort Benning. He found himself very constipated, so he went to Sick Call. The medics gave him a profile and told him to "Eat extra salad at lunch and dinner." The next lunch that he went to, he got half a dozen of the small pre-made salads that the cooks had put out. Witnessing this was the Battalion Command Sergeant Major. Like any BCT CSM, he went up to the trainee who had filled his tray with salads and tried to stop him. There was a argument between the CSM and the trainee during which the trainee said "No, No, No, they are mine, the Medics said extra salad I'm Constipated..." and this trainee had not been in the Army long enough, evidently to have realized that you don't argue with a CSM. The CSM smiled and then he asked him if he wanted EXTRA salad and the trainee said yes. The CSM went and got a huge silver bowl full of salad and made the trainee eat all of it. I was on fire guard later that night and the constipated private got out of bed and ran in a sprint to the latrine. I then heard a gosh-awful groan, and an elated exclamation "The Salad Worked, The Salad Worked!" I nearly laughed myself silly.

Originally from NYC. I was the RCPO of my company at Naval Training Center San Diego. 3-4 weeks in I needed a well deserved break. One evening Navy Seals showed up and asked “who needs a break and who likes partying”? I was first to raise my hand. We went down to the beach and was given the most intensive PT lesson known to mankind. Back then it was called Marching Party. I had no idea. Once again they asked “ who likes sugar cookies”? My hand was first up again, BAD IDEA! I was the Sugar Cookie! That was the last time I ever raised my hand!

I hope to enter next week

I joined the Air Force in 1972. I knew I was going to get my hair cut off so I went to the barber and told him to shave my head one day before I was to report to Lackland. I was the only AB in my flight with no hair. When it was my turn to get into the barber's chair I thought I would be passed over and I asked why do I need a haircut? TI got int my face and yelled "That barber has a wife and kids to feed, get in the chair." and the barber shaved off my eyebrows.

I joined the USAF in 1972. I knew I was going to get my hair cut off so I went to the barber and told him to shave my head one day before I was to report to Lackland. I was the only AB in my flight with
no hair. When it was my turn to get into the barber's chair I thought I would be passed over and I asked why do I need a haircut? TI got int my face and yelled "That barber has a wife and kids to support, get in the chair." and I became his pet peeve.