The No Sh*t Truth About What It’s Like To Be A Drill Instructor

most interesting...

Nope I read the article. 3 years on Parris Island and its pretty spot on

Believe the story.
The one thing that I learned was that a ReaLemon to gargle with, then spitting out half and swallowing half, each morning, just like the other DIs on my team, brought the voice back from it's laryngitis. And the frog voice was still prevalent amongst all of us.
Back then, we usually had three DIs per team. The Senior DI got to go home every night, but the other two got to go home every other night, because someone had to be there, 24/7.
Getting up at 0300/0330 to do some paperwork, and going to hit the rack around 2300 led to some real sleep deprivation.
Losing weight? I was pretty buffed out when I started doing the DI thing. By the end, I had lost about 1/4 of my weight.
During DI School, we had a demerit system. We were issued 200 merits, and if you had messed up in any way and lost 201 merits, you were sent back to your normal MOS. I was dinged a few times, for during my off time, I would walk with someone else from the DI School, and if I wasn't in step with him, or was talking with him, I was demerited.
By the end of the DI School, back then, the final obstacle was a 15 mile run, with about 90 pound of gear, for a timed run.
We all had to do a drill movement from the manual of drill. Since I was a Corporal, the instructors decided to throw me the longest one, Inspection Arms for the M16. I had to quote, verbatim, the whole thing, while performing the movement, step by step. Not one page, but many pages.
And finally, I was made into the Hard Hat.One didn't have to be a Sergeant or a Staff Sergeant back then, to get that title.