What's your favorite military "nickname" or "call sign"?

My current call sign as the Chaplain for the "Balls of the Eagle" Battalion is "Holy Balls." It is not uncommon for one of my soldiers to yell out "Holy Balls" while I am walking through the Commissary.

All through Basic, and Several other times in my Military Career, I've been called "Shrek" (for obvious reasons)... I really like that.

I was Chicken Little (thank you BCGs). Lets just say that the PRK surgery was the best thing that ever! 

My nickname was "<b>Princess</b>" when I was an O-1. &nbsp;I probably should not type that on the internet. &nbsp;Wait, how do I edit a comment again, SSG Burns? ;-)

Oh man I got a ton of them. &nbsp;My first was in AIT. &nbsp;I had a really nice car at the time (98 Supra Twin Turbo). &nbsp;The 1SG and drill sergeants couldn't believe I had a car like that at that age so they said I had to be undercover CID. &nbsp;So thats what they called me CID.<div>My 1SG later became the commandant for our NCOES as a CSM. &nbsp;When I saw him there all those years later he told me he used to take my car out at night because I had to turn in my keys to him until graduation. &nbsp;I didn't believe him until he showed me pictures! &nbsp;LOL</div>

<p>It's not a favorite military nickname but "combat Barbie" and "PAO princess". </p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>My response: "am not" lol. </p>

<p>A funny, albeit ill-advised and short-lived nickname was bestowed upon then MG Richard Cavasos, The first Hispanic American general of the US Army and Division CDR of the 9th ID at Ft. Lewis, from 1976-1979. As was customary at the time, certain training events were designated as Bn, Bde, and Div training "Highlights" and as such were subject to inspection at various levels of command. Naturally, every "3" shop had an intricate system of intelligence&nbsp;to find out about these inspections so they could&nbsp;radio out to the training site to be ready if a commander or training inspector was en route.</p><p><br></p><p>One fine day the Division's armor BN M16 rifle qualification was a Div training highlight and their S3 found out that MG Cavasos himself was going to inspect the training range. Thinking quickly, the S3 hopped on&nbsp;Bn's command frequency&nbsp;and using his best RTO procedure, informed&nbsp;his Bn CDR (who was at the firing range) that "TACO 6" was on the way to inspect training. Cute Nickname.</p><p><br></p><p>Unfortunately, "TACO&nbsp;6" was&nbsp;monitoring the Bn's command frequency, too.&nbsp;MG Cavasos quickly transmitted to the Bn CDR&nbsp;something to the effect of "This is 'TACO 6'. I want to speak to you about RTO procedure when I arrive.&nbsp;Out." Yikes. The next day a directive was issued by the G3 that said&nbsp;all units were to use proper call signs and RTO procedures at all times and&nbsp;no one was to refer to the commanding general as "TACO 6" -&nbsp;Ever. No sensitivity training. No big to-do over race relations. Just a VERY stern order over a really dumb move. MG Cavasos was a great&nbsp;Infantry&nbsp;leader and respected by men and officers alike. The whole episode was funny (and idiotic); but his leadership was such that nobody needed to be told twice about "TACO 6". We obeyed out of respect and discipline;&nbsp;not fear.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</p><p><br></p>

B.R. Assfield at your service. Not as bad as this soldier I knew some years back. He was pretty lazy, so naturally Whitworth became Whitworthless and sometimes Shitworth.&nbsp;

How much time do you have? lol. Let's see...my various nicknames in BCT included Barbie, Hilga, Howie (pronounced howeeee instead of the e being silent, as it is supposed to be). My Sr DS (who by the way, had a Hitler stache) loved to call me that. One time the DSs made a bunch of us PVTs who had last names that sounded like common words stand in a row, and they made a sentence, I wish I could remember what it was lol.

I got mine while in the Guard. During one field exercise I was testing out a civilian backpack with plastic frame.&nbsp; I put the bedroll in the normal spot on top.&nbsp; It quickly became a liability since the bedroll was above my head. It was winter in Texas and the trees were very brittle. I plowed a trail through the woods and had branches sticking out everywhere. We were training in evasion and camoflauge. When we got to a clearing we did combat rushe's across.&nbsp; During my turn I got halfway when our CO drove through trying to find us.&nbsp; I squatted down in place and thought "you are a tree".&nbsp; He kept one, never seeing me(he says he thought I WAS a tree).&nbsp; From that time on my "call sign" was always "TREE PLOW" <br>