What nickname were you given when you served in the Military?

G5. I actually gave myself the nickname during A school. It was part of an introduction exercise. I went with G5 because my last name starts with 'G' and there are 5 letters after it.

Since my last name is Moates and I was young and pretty much dangerous and gave the guys twice as much crap talk back from the get-go....I was blessed upon my second day of arrival with the nickname ' Mo-Testes'

Hmmmmm This one is a tie between "the hottie mechanic" or the endearing name I received in PLCD "Miss Cleo" because of my glasses!

Creepy, creep, Vegas, Vegas Vic, Elvis.

My first one I got in basic and it stuck with me til I made Sgt was Lurch because of my height I was 6ft 6 at the time I asked my buddy that gave it to me why he said i reminded him of Lurch from the Adams Family lol i don't think i looked like him and i certainly didnt have that big deep voice and i didnt like it at first but the more the guys used it the more i learned to like it.

The 2nd nickname was just plain Sarge not very imaginative but i liked it better than Lurch.

I'm a civilian/military family so I didn't have one of those, Sir. I did, however, have a nickname that my brother gave me the day I was born because he didn't like 'Michelle.' He was the golden child and so everyone granted him every wish, including calling me 'TinkerBell' And everyone in our family has called me that my whole life - except my brother, of course. He's never called me TinkerBell but has always just called me 'Sister.' I hated my nickname as a kid but now I love it. =} Thanks for sharing this, COL Mikel J. Burroughs - it's been fun reading all the responses!

I was and still am refereed to as the "govnah" (Govenor) as my first name is the English spelling of (jeff) with a "G" my middle initial is "O" and my last name begins with "V" so my initials are GOV. During Com checks we had to give our initials for com-check verification and I always gave mine as Golf, Oscar, Victor. That is until I was informed by a CO that 3 letter initial verification were reserved for CO's and not EM's but by then it was too late. I was simply known as the govnah! I wanted a personalized license plate but I don't want people to mistake me for a politician!!!! I have a rep to protect... O.K the O is for Owen!

Mine is pretty simple. It started with my Drill Sergeant calling me "V" 1988 in order to not pronounce my last name (Villavicencio) then it just stayed from then on. Even flag officers were calling me 1SG "V" at the end of my career.

The two that pretty much stuck were Mongo (think Blazing Saddles) and BIFI (pronounced Biffy). The first half of my career, I was an MP. That's where "Mongo" was given. It stemmed from the interaction I had with those encountered during road duty and walking patrol in the Korean streets/bars. BIFI (Biffy) has kind of the same intent. It stood for "Brute Force and F*@#ing Ignorance." My Team Leader bestowed that moniker on me,,,,out of love, of course!!

I actually had several, I would aquire them based on when and where. My first was "Short S**t in basic, the guy in the bunk next to me was about 6ft plus and I struggled to reach 5'7" on a good day. After basic it was shortened to Shorty. That stuck with me until my assignment to Thailand. My cubicle mate was also a Kelly. To top that one of the maids that cleaned the barracks was also called something similar to Kelly. So naturally since I was the youngest in both age and being in last got tagged "Junior". That one stuck with for the longest. The next was while station in TX I was an softball addict played when and where ever I could. I had the habit of hitting the ground at least once per game. The dirt in north TX was a reddish clay. So by the end the game I was pretty dirty. One of the guys said one night the I reminded him of the "Peanuts" characters "" "Pigpen".That one lasted until I got to flying in Special Ops. Then one night in the Saudi dessert, we where tasked to check out fuel bladders that were set up at different places to be used as forward refueling points. One of them didn't work out so well. I grabbed the hose from the bladder, dragged it to the plan and started to connect to the panel. The procedure required to ensure that it "grounded" before connecting the hose to the plane. For some reason I found the hose on the ground. So I picked it up again, pulled my sleeve up again and touched it to the panel. The next thing I know I am on my hands and knees and then see my partner running towards me. He helped me up and then I realized he was yelling at me to see what happened. The aircraft commander shut the op down. On the way back to base we were going over the incident. The fuel bladder was not grounded correctly and by dragging the hose to the plan it had built up a pretty good charge of static electricity. My partner said that when I reached for the panel he saw a charge from my arm to the that was about the size of a garden hose. It was on the way home that the jokes started. One of the Navs came over the intercom and maid a sinffing sound and asked if anyone smelt something burning. One the crew answered "It's just old Sparky back here" So my new nickname was set in stone. When we landed and I opened the ramp all kind people came charging onboard. One of the guys wanted to know where the guy was that caught on fire was. So I was the talk of the base for a few days.