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

As a brand new Private, stationed at Fort Lewis, 1-24th Infantry. I spent hours looking, asking, begging, pleading and just damn near looking ridiculous. For a big enough “Range Fan” to blow all the fog off the M4 Qualification Range. So we could “Zero, Qual and beat feet the f+*k outta here!!”

1969- I was an artillery radar instructor. We had to give a two day school to OCS candidates. Most thought they were better than any E-5. If they fell asleep during the class, we would yell out, " oh crap " to get their attention. We would tell that sleepy head to quick go to the CP and get a RF-energy bucket because the radar had a leak. Well off they went running 20 yds. At the CP the E-7 or 8 NCOIC would send them up to the maintenance building to get the bucket and a repairman a 100 yds up a hill. The repairman E-5 or6. Would chuckle and say fell asleep, right. Returning to the training was not easy, but no one fell asleep after that!

LOL I had to find a 2 inch ground guide

I was a medical Laboratory technician.
During training we had what was called "Brown Bag Day". You brought your own stool (poop) in a brown bag. LOL other classes thought we gor a lunch for class.
Anyways, a friend of mine squished up a brownie to make it look like a turd.
As everyone pulled out their samples, and started testing, he started talking about the "Taste Test". Of course no one believed him.
Then he reached down and took a bight of the brownie, and grossed out the other students.

Now of course, the instructor was wise to this stund and said "Sgt D*****K, Please! in a snooty annoyed tone.
His response was to reach over to the next guys but and grabbed another sample and bit into it.
The instructor almost lost it, gagging and running off.
Of course the other guy was in on the prank.

When stationed at Ellsworth AFB, SD in the early 90s, we had a young lady who liked to be the chief prankster. We had a set of 4 drawer cabinets that each individual could keep personal things in. One day, knowing that she was due in at 1500, I went to the flight kitchen and borrowed some Saran wrap (clear plastic stuff). We were able to place it over the interior of her personal drawer in such a way that it was not only a very tight seal but did not reflect light. When she dropped her handbag into her drawer and it bounced back at her she knew that at least for that time she had been bested. It was a good laugh for everybody there.

As a prankster, many in my unit learned not to push my buttons, but I had a Platoon Daddy who just had to go the extra mile for me. So as the butt of his prank, I turned the tables on him and loaded his old US Army Issue metal desk with center drawer with a Creamer Catapult. Open center drawer, insert plastic spoon, bend backward, add creamer, push the drawer back in, and wait. As he sat down, he went for a pen in the drawer, pulled it outward towards him, with the spoon flicking the creamer onto his chest and face completely. A quick formation later to determine who the culprit was, I entered his office for discipline, where he asked me to show him how to do it, then off to Tops office we went. Another formation later, Top, my Platoon Daddy and I are off to the Commanders Office, then another formation to the Commanders office to instruct him on how to do the trick, again we are all off to the XO's office for continuation of the fun. You have to love a prank that goes to the top of the chain of Command with good humor intended.

In 1988, during my first month on The USS New Jersey BB-62, my shipmates told me to find and bring back "The Anchor Windless". I searched and searched only to find out it was the mechanism that drops and pulls up the battleships ginormous anchor. They got me!!! Soooo being a Corpsman, I waited 3 months then sent my trusted shipmates on a serious quest to find me some "Fallopian Tubes"--- REAL STORY LOL!!

Ok here's a twofer...I was an A1C and our 1st Sgt was visiting. He was wearing his short sleeve blues and I noticed one of his diamond pins was turned and I mentioned it to him. He asked that I straighten it out for him so I went to do that. Then in my mind said screw it and turned the proper one to be messed like the other. A couple days later he came by and saw me...DOH! He said he went to an important meeting like that. Hehehe.

We're firefighters so we tend to prank someone when it's their last shift due to reassignment or retirement. It was winter so one of the guys got a snowball and put it on a towel up in the false ceiling with a coat hanger mostly hid from view directed straight down over his pillow in the bunkroom. By the time he went yo bed the snowball began to melt and the water followed the coat hanger dripping on his head. I could see in the dark him swatting the air. LoL. Good times.

When I was flying C-130s, once upon a time we were on a JAATT with some of our fine Army brethren at No-Hope Pope. They had been particularly cantankerous that day, so our loadmasters decided to give them a little payback. The back of a Herk can be an unpleasant place if you're prone to air sickness, which is why the Army usually doesn't like flying low levels with us. As we're bumping along on a low-level, the first loadmaster heats up a can of soup in the oven just out of sight of the paratroopers sitting below the crew stairs, and then pours the contents into a barf bag. He comes down the stairs and begins an animated conversation with the other loadmaster at the back of the aircraft (they were both on headset). After a minute, the first loadmaster leans down to the first paratrooper in the row and says "Can you pass this down to the other loadmaster?", and hands him the barf bag full of warm stuff. They pass the bag down the row, and the troopers are starting to look green. The second loadmaster gets the bag, and they resume their animated conversation that the troopers can't hear over the roar of 4 Allison T-56 turboprops. Finally, the second loadmaster shrugs his shoulders, pulls out his spoon, opens the barf bag, and starts eating. Like a row of falling dominoes, the paratroopers whipped out their barf bags and began a symphony of technicolor yawns. When it was time to jump, if the troopers didn't take their barf bags with them, the loadmasters threw them out the door after them. Good times.

Noon meal formation was in the foreyard of Bancroft Hall on a beautiful spring Saturday morning. There were many tourists standing back at the gates. The Brigade, with all 24 companies in Service Dress Blues were assembled and reporting attendance to the Brigade Commander. The order came down "Sword ....Salute!" whereupon all Midshipmen Officers bearing swords unsheathed and raised them. Then there began a ripple of chuckles. I covertly looked around and there it was! Some poor Company Commander was saluting with a blood red sword! Some underclassman had painted the blade red and he had failed to check it before formation.