What’s the best prank in uniform you've seen? Comment below!

we had short sheeting was one another when a guy was sleeping pour shaving cream in his hand and tickle his face with a feather.

During PMCS on our Tracked Vehicles in the NCNG during a Drill weekend, We had our newbies on top of our M577's, Jumping up and down on top of them, checking the shocks. We kept telling them to jump harder, about that time our BC walked by. He stopped and looked and started to shake his head and mumbling as he walked away "Damn Medics". True story and not a Fairy Tale.

Not sure this counts, but I sent a stripper to my husband's battalion commander on his birthday. His wife was in on it and when she showed up he said, "I'm going to kill Ann!" We got invited to dinner instead.

Tying people to things without their knowledge. Somehow, this never got old. 550 through a rear belt loop typically

I was stationed in Vilseck, Germany in the mid-1990s. I was a medic in a tank battalion (1/37 AR) and we were constantly in the field training. Aside from the common "check for soft spots" on the 113s, "go to supply and get a box of grid squares", we liked to fill the new Soldiers heads with stories of the boar hogs that were present in the field and how dangerous they were. The reality is if you leave them alone, they're probably going to leave you alone. What we told the Soldiers is how vicious they are, that they attack humans, and to be very cautious around them. They were terrified of the thought.

Fast forward to an FTX in Hoenfels and I was on radio watch duty (about 0400) and my new Soldier medic was sleeping in a GP small on a cot. I got the idea to scare him by acting like a boar. So, I started scratching the ground around his cot on the outside of the tent and snorting. I was trying so hard not to laugh as I worked my way around the tent to the opening (bumping his cot along the way for good measure). When I got to the tent door, I slung it open as I snorted and grunted as loud as I could. Oh my god, the young Soldier's eyes were as big as plates and he was backing up pushing and kicking out of his sleeping bag yelling SGT GRAYDON, SGT GRAYDON hahahaha. It was the funniest thing I think I've ever seen and I know the Soldier will never forget it.

We both laughed it off afterwards and it's a cherished prank memory I will remember forever just I am sure he has too!

I have a picture of me Saluting a Senior Candidate with my left hand. He didn't even notice! I think it is in the OCS Yearbook (which I have no Idea where it's at. If I find it I will repost.

Marine LT transfer to the 8Deuce thought he was getting fragged during a practice maneuver. He pissed on himself!!

We were doing a live fire exercise as part of a dog and pony show for the commodore. Our division officer wanted to flex a little to impress the brass. So, he walked into the CIWS Mk 15 control room and asked us to set some firing cutouts that would allow the gun to engage the target sooner - directly off the port bridge wing where the brass would have a clear view. Because of the configuration of the ship we tried to tell him there were hard wired cut outs we could not override due to safety. He, however, informed us he had completed the three week familiarity course and knew how to "fight the ship with this weapons system." Our LPO and the rest of us trained and experienced techs tried to dissuade him. He ordered us to set the cut outs rather forcefully, to which we gave a hearty "Aye, aye sir!" and set about the fruitless task, knowing as we did so, we were providing the metaphorical rope with which our Divo would hang himself. The Divo went to give the pilot towing the target drone instructions on his approach for the right affect.
As predicted, when the drone made its approach, the trajectory did not meet engagement criteria. The Mk15 CIWS, simply tracked the drone until it was a physical impossibility for the drone to assume an attack posture that threatened ship - not one shot fired. When the 1MC keyed up calling for our Divo to report to the captain's ready room, we had a good chuckle at his expense.

The best (or worst) prank I ever did was on a Battalion field exercise at Bragg back in 1979. Earlier in the day, I was watching with my field glasses, my platoon's response to an aggressor "attack" on their positions with a CPT friend of mine (the BN S-3) who was an evaluator. He was standing behind me when I heard a "POP" behind me and turned to the sound and was covered in white "smoke" which wasn't smoke but the condensed cloud of tear gas and that bum was running away and laughing. I got a full dose before I could get the mask on. I always was "suspected" as a practical joker in the BN...never proven...just suspected...from the fake dog shit on the toilet at the Brigade Commander's house bathroom (discovered by his wife) at an officer get together dinner, to fake ice cubes with real flies in drinks at officer get together's at the O club, to fake worm tablets (small compressed sponges that expand to look like worms when wet) dropped into wine carrafes at tables during dining in's. Never caught and never proven. But on this day, I had a plan for get back. It was the last day of the exercise, and at the end of the exercise we always had the "mad minute"....longer than a minute...where the troops would fire up all their blank ammo before having to turn in their pyro. Simulated grenades, artillery simulators, etc. Gas masks turned in, rifles, etc. The Operations area was separate from mine, deep in the woods, a trail going between the areas. The exercise outbrief was going to be held at the S-3 operations/briefing tent later after 2000 when it was dark and really dark where the Operations area was because it was under the trees. I had the plan. I kept a trip flare simulator back and went into the woods. I set up the trip flare across the main trail to the Operations tent. Across from the trail was a big depression full of a bunch of thick blackberry bushes with big thorns. About 30 minutes before the outbrief, I could hear people on the trail in the dark, heading for the Operations area walking and talking. Especially, I could hear the voice of the S-3 CPT. Well, they tripped the flare. I yelled "GAS" from the dark and all you could hear was people crashing through the blackberry bushes, swearing and yelling and cursing...it was wonderful. I snuck back to my tent, snickering. GOT HIM BACK!!!! So, I get ready to go to the outbrief and a 2LT comes to my tent and asks about any of my people not in their tents or communication vans? What for? The people that were in my ambush? It was the Brigade Commander and his staff accompanying the S-3 to the outbrief. Suspected....but never proven....even the Brigade Commander...just suspected it...and later on in Germany when I was under him again....he still tried to find out if it was me.

I was assigned to a repair facility, where we had one particularly unpopular E-6. He came in to work one morning, and when he unlocked his desk (the only one out of 10 that was locked,) he discovered that the drawers had been filled -exactly- to the top with flour … ruler-straight from side to side and end to end, with not a speck on any other surface!

Second place involved toolboxes - it was normal to hear cries of disgust when someone discovered that the underside of drawer handles were covered with liquid soldering flux, or the drawer filled with chad from paper tape. The winner was when one of the most inventive pranksters unlocked his toolbox and pulled open a medium drawer, and a shower of tools and chad hit the workbench. Someone had driven the pin from the latch, opened the toolbox, inverted the drawer pulls, filled the drawers with chad, inverted the toolbox, put the drawers in, then righted the toolbox and put the pin back in the latch! And, oh, yeah, the drawer pulls were just -painted- with flux underneath.