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

When I was a Battery XO the First Sergeant and I messed with the commander, he was a horrible commander. The best was when we put open tuna cans or sardines in the drop down ceiling. Top also put eggs in his boots during an FTX, that one caused a rash of $hit though.

I would have to say , in my opinion, it is between Sea Bouy watch,and there is a Sea Bat on the Forcastle.

Our Reserve unit was convoying on Friday evening to Ft Devens for range fire qualifications over the weekend. The Supply SGT was driving the deuce and a half with the M16s loaded on his vehicle. Halfway to Devens we stopped at a rest area on I-90 so the troops could grab something to eat and use the facilities.

Unfortunately the Supply SGT had to stay at vehicle guarding the weapons.

Having to relieve himself and no one to assist he went between his vehicle and the hummer behind it.

Our eagar beaver 2LT was going to inspect the line.

Note it was dark without much lighting.

Well 2LT found the wetness and with many soldiers finishing up eating bent down felt and sniffed the spot and proudly exclaimed "Specialist, you have a Class 3 oil leak".

Needless to say it only took less than 4 minutes for all 234 soldiers to learn how great our 2LT was. LOL!

Im basic training my Drill Sergeant sent me to get a tent stretcher. This was during Bivouac week at Fort Jackson June 1967. How naive we were at 18 years old.

1973 CNO ADM Zumwaldt completely destroyed the enlisted uniform in the early 1970’s

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On a Prime Beef deployment in Florida we knew an exercise was scheduled to don Gas masks. Earlier I snatched a new LT’s mask and put in fake eyes with red streaks. When he put I on one of the evaluators went ballistic and wanted to fail the entire squadron. But the rest of them loved it and told him to sit back down and STFU.

Gift wrapping everything in The CMC's office (books, computer, wall hangings, desks, chairs...everything).

Fort Sill in the old barracks with bunk beds... Guy came in drunk and passed out in his lower bunk. We disassembled his bed and stacked the bunk so it was three high - did it carefully and quietly so as to not wake him up. Needless to say, when he stepped out of bed the next morning he almost broke his neck! It was funny at the time and everyone laughed about it. However, with a little maturity, I realize it could have ended in a very bad way...

In 1960, on Wednesdays in good weather, the Naval Academy had a parade around Worden Field.Uniform was full dress with rifles and bayonet belts .It was a big deal with lots of attendees in the bleachers where we would pass in review, frequently before senior level brass from DC. The custom was the 24 companies would march onto the field and break off companies to go to their respective marker. It was a precision movement. The markers were bronze plaques precisely placed so all the battalions would be lined up properly and quickly. To make it happen, as the companies came in, Guidon Bearers, on command would post to their companies mark. So, my 11th company guidon nearer would run, on command, and find the 11th co marker and stand on or near it, The Company commander could then guide us to locate on the guidon. This exercise was happening for several minutes amongst all 24 companies,
But on this day, disaster struck! Someone during the wee hours of Wednesday morning had moved all the markers (which were attached by spikes).They were scattered wildly and randomly but carefully spiked down. You can imagine the chaos of guidon bearers scrambling desperately trying to find their markers while their company was marching to them . I was not there that day, but my understanding was it was a huge embarrassment. The hero of the day was the company commander who immediately discerned there was a huge prank being played . He marched his company completely across the field, recalled his guidon bearer, and marched his lone company back to Bancroft Hall and dismissed them for the day,

This goes back to when I was an Air Force F-4 Phantom Weapons Systems Officer (WSO, before I ended up defecting to the Army) in Korea in the early 80s. One of our front seaters was close to his End of Tour and had received preliminary orders to his next assignment which was a very coveted assignment as an Aggressor pilot at Nellis AFB, Nevada flying F-5E Tiger IIs simulating Soviet Mig-21s at the Red Flag exercises and other training scenarios at other CONUS fighter bases. Shortly after that, he got a phone call at the squadron Duty Desk from a woman identifying herself as a civilian working at the Air Force Manpower and Personnel Center (AFMPC) at Randolph AFB, Texas, calling to inform him that his orders for the new assignment were revoked and his new assignment was flying T-38s as an Instructor Pilot at the Fighter Lead-in Program at Holloman AFB, New Mexico, preparing new graduates from Undergraduate Pilot or Navigator Training for the fighter environment. The guy, of course, flipped out, starting to argue with her and her replying that since the T-38 was a 2-seat unarmed version of the F-5E with less powerful engines and Holloman was a desert environment like Nellis, it was the closest thing they could give him to his "dream sheet" assignment and he should be happy with it. After going back and forth several minutes, he hung up and put in a call to the commander of the Aggressor Squadron at Nellis asking why his assignment was being revoked.

The Aggressor commander was just telling him that he hadn't received any word of any change in his assignment when two guys walked up from behind him, each carrying a pocket tape recorder: one had been recording his end of both phone conversations from the other side of the duty desk, and the other had recorded the phone call from the "civilian at AFMPC" from her end of the conversation, who was actually the wife of another fighter pilot calling from an office down the hall.