Drill Sergants
I went through OSUT in 84, (C 4/2 in Harmony Church) and our DSGTs definitely treated us like were shitbirds, pretty much because we were, and some of us stayed that way longer than others.
I can remember being out on the street in formation listening to two of our DS's 'counseling' a trainee in their office. (one of them had come from 2/75 and he had the 'old scroll' up in their office) This trainee had refused a lawful order, I guess it was too hard for him to move quickly. I thought basic was about as difficult as football camp.
When the movie 'full metal jacket' came out it was kind of shocking to see how much the loser in that movie was like the guy getting the counseling. I know that's a USMC movie, but the portrayal of the loser was dead on, with the exception that the guy in my platoon only tried to kill himself.
I can remember being out on the street in formation listening to two of our DS's 'counseling' a trainee in their office. (one of them had come from 2/75 and he had the 'old scroll' up in their office) This trainee had refused a lawful order, I guess it was too hard for him to move quickly. I thought basic was about as difficult as football camp.
When the movie 'full metal jacket' came out it was kind of shocking to see how much the loser in that movie was like the guy getting the counseling. I know that's a USMC movie, but the portrayal of the loser was dead on, with the exception that the guy in my platoon only tried to kill himself.
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there one in every platoon.When the movie 'full metal jacket' came out it was kind of shocking to see how much the loser in that movie was like the guy getting the counseling. I know that's a USMC movie, but the portrayal of the loser was dead on, with the exception that the guy in my platoon only tried to kill himself.
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Re: Drill Sergants
If you decide to be "Mr. Toughguy" believe me, the D/S will defend him/herself (I'm not combat arms; it's a site to see a 110 lb female D/S drop some big mofo, and I'm not talking pushups). "Mr. Toughguy" inevitably ends up in the stockade, gets booted out, or does five years of "Basic Training Week 0" at Ft. Leavenworth. Same goes at the (rifle) range, I saw more than one private get a buttstroke-to-the-head with their own weapon because they didn't keep it pointed up-and-downrange.mr.goodwrench83 wrote:Is it true that your drill sergant isn't allowed to touch you? I mean slap you around and stuff. Or at least as long as it doesnt leave a mark? Thanks.
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That tuff guy crap annoys the hell out of me. Some things that happened to shit bags in the Navy follow:
I personally threw and locked my bunkmate in his locker for not keeping his locker in order and for smelling like something crawled up his rear and died.
There was a certain number of us Sailors who put on masks one night and grabbed a guy, knocked him around a bit and shoved him into the head, demanding that he take a shower. His room smelled so bad that anytime the door opened you could smell it all the way down the hall--it was a long hall. You could hear his yelping throughout the barracks but "oddly enough" no superiors showed up to save the shit bag from the lesson he was being taught.
There was the regular shaving cream in the boots for shit bags of all shades.
When I was placed in charge of the new arrivals to Gunschool--a pseudo-Master At Arms position--I cut in half the handle of a plunger to use as my preferred tool of punishment. I would have shipmates go up to the third deck head--which had a toilet that didn't flush to well--and they'd fill it with the most foul fecal matter one could possibly imagine. I'd then pick out the guy with the worst uniform of the day and make him plunge the toilet. "Shipwreck, it looks like you ironed your uniform with a rock. Time to go tame the beast!"
Of course, there was always assigning long watches to screw-ups as well.
The Salt Dogs also talked about how many ships they served on where a guy got thrown overboard or tossed down a stairwell for being a shit bag. No one was eager to find out if that was just a sea story.
One notable time I remember informing a shit bag that, although he thought everyone feared and respected him simply because he was some big bad asshole, that his classmates would take his pen and rub it on certain private places on their body when he stepped out of class for a head call. He was constantly chewing on the end of his pen.
Another time, I found a brave shipmate who was an incredibly small guy (nothing against short guys but this particular individual was not a fighter) about to go toe to toe with some massive asshole in the laundry room. I didn't pay them much attention and continued to iron my clothes--realizing that if a guy has the courage to take on a superior opponent I should let him. As it turned out the larger guy pounded him quit quickly, whereupon I stepped in and bashed big asshole's skull repeatedly against one of the washing machines, reminding him, "You shouldn't needlessly pick fights with your fellow Sailors. We're on the same team shipwreck!"
Anyhow, point standing, if you're a shit bag or a hardass (same difference) you'll pay dearly for it. Regardless of your branch of service. Although I don't think I'm wrong to assume that the Army and USMC have more intense and creative punishments than the ones I have mentioned herein.
I personally threw and locked my bunkmate in his locker for not keeping his locker in order and for smelling like something crawled up his rear and died.
There was a certain number of us Sailors who put on masks one night and grabbed a guy, knocked him around a bit and shoved him into the head, demanding that he take a shower. His room smelled so bad that anytime the door opened you could smell it all the way down the hall--it was a long hall. You could hear his yelping throughout the barracks but "oddly enough" no superiors showed up to save the shit bag from the lesson he was being taught.
There was the regular shaving cream in the boots for shit bags of all shades.
When I was placed in charge of the new arrivals to Gunschool--a pseudo-Master At Arms position--I cut in half the handle of a plunger to use as my preferred tool of punishment. I would have shipmates go up to the third deck head--which had a toilet that didn't flush to well--and they'd fill it with the most foul fecal matter one could possibly imagine. I'd then pick out the guy with the worst uniform of the day and make him plunge the toilet. "Shipwreck, it looks like you ironed your uniform with a rock. Time to go tame the beast!"
Of course, there was always assigning long watches to screw-ups as well.
The Salt Dogs also talked about how many ships they served on where a guy got thrown overboard or tossed down a stairwell for being a shit bag. No one was eager to find out if that was just a sea story.
One notable time I remember informing a shit bag that, although he thought everyone feared and respected him simply because he was some big bad asshole, that his classmates would take his pen and rub it on certain private places on their body when he stepped out of class for a head call. He was constantly chewing on the end of his pen.
Another time, I found a brave shipmate who was an incredibly small guy (nothing against short guys but this particular individual was not a fighter) about to go toe to toe with some massive asshole in the laundry room. I didn't pay them much attention and continued to iron my clothes--realizing that if a guy has the courage to take on a superior opponent I should let him. As it turned out the larger guy pounded him quit quickly, whereupon I stepped in and bashed big asshole's skull repeatedly against one of the washing machines, reminding him, "You shouldn't needlessly pick fights with your fellow Sailors. We're on the same team shipwreck!"
Anyhow, point standing, if you're a shit bag or a hardass (same difference) you'll pay dearly for it. Regardless of your branch of service. Although I don't think I'm wrong to assume that the Army and USMC have more intense and creative punishments than the ones I have mentioned herein.
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Leatherneck wrote:And that's to say nothing about when the Corporals got together and identified some "tough-guy" non-rate whom we needed to speak with behind the barracks.![]()
You're gonna need to be tough, motherfucker, because there's gonna be about ten of 'em, LOL.
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Look, dude. If the Drills hit anybody, it wil be someone who invariably deserves it (and has had plenty of chances to straighten up). There's one in every platoon. The guy with the 4-year-old's brain, who can't get anything right and doesn't give a fuck. As long as you're not that guy, you're gonna thank the drill for thumping his ass to straighten him out, 'cause he's bringing down shit on the rest of you. My drills at Sand Hill in 1990 used to whack us every once in a while, and believe it or not, it was usually in good fun, and I always understood it to mean that the drill considered you to be tough and could take it. I once walked into the barracks and forgot to take off my PC (that's a soft cap for you legs). Well, wouldn't you just know it, the fucking drill was standing right there when I walked in. I reached up to take it off, but it was too late. "C'mere, fuckstick" he said. I walked over and stood at parade rest and this sumbitch wound-up with everything he had and slapped the palm of his enormous ringed hand down on top of my head. After the stars cleared, I saw that he had my cap in his hand, holding it out to me. "put it back on" he said. He smacked the top of my head about 4 more times, and it hurt like a motherfucker. I hated that fucker, but I never once thought about hitting him back. Needless to say we both came out winners. He found out that I could take the shit without crying to mommy, and I learned to always remove my hat when coming into the billet.
Thank you Sgt. Miller (cool Wayne)
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Oz,
I talked back to my drill sergeant when we were alone in the bay. Probably the most valuable ARMY lesson I learned during BCT; respect.
Also, when my drill sergeant was showing our platoon hand - to - hand combat training, every person he demonstrated a technique on got put to sleep. They said "I just remember him saying "this right here is called the such and such" and waking up on the ground seeing stars."
During the FTX, I was in 4th squad and in the back of the formation before PT. We were all struggling to keep our eyes open, when all of the sudden I heard "You tired? Go to sleep, mother fucker." and looking over to my left and seeing my friend fall unconscious from my drill sergeant's grasp after he performed a choke hold. That woke my ass up instantly, haha.
I wouldn't recommend volunteering to be the guy they use to demonstrate the searching of a prisoner on, either. That just looked painful. I really lucked out on that one, seeing as how my drill sergeant hated me and must not have seen my short ass standing in the crowd as he was clearly looking for a private that he didn't like.
One last thing, have fun during the buddy rush. My dust cover flew open when I hit the ground after the first rush. My drill sergeant went off on me, thinking it was the trigger and that I had forgot to put my weapon on safety. I was fucked either way, if I told him I hadn't put safety on, I'd definitely get the fuck beat out of me. If I told him he was wrong, I would be arguing with him and calling him a liar. Fortunately, he let me slide, but I saw some people get fucked up pretty bad during that exercise.
I talked back to my drill sergeant when we were alone in the bay. Probably the most valuable ARMY lesson I learned during BCT; respect.
Also, when my drill sergeant was showing our platoon hand - to - hand combat training, every person he demonstrated a technique on got put to sleep. They said "I just remember him saying "this right here is called the such and such" and waking up on the ground seeing stars."
During the FTX, I was in 4th squad and in the back of the formation before PT. We were all struggling to keep our eyes open, when all of the sudden I heard "You tired? Go to sleep, mother fucker." and looking over to my left and seeing my friend fall unconscious from my drill sergeant's grasp after he performed a choke hold. That woke my ass up instantly, haha.
I wouldn't recommend volunteering to be the guy they use to demonstrate the searching of a prisoner on, either. That just looked painful. I really lucked out on that one, seeing as how my drill sergeant hated me and must not have seen my short ass standing in the crowd as he was clearly looking for a private that he didn't like.
One last thing, have fun during the buddy rush. My dust cover flew open when I hit the ground after the first rush. My drill sergeant went off on me, thinking it was the trigger and that I had forgot to put my weapon on safety. I was fucked either way, if I told him I hadn't put safety on, I'd definitely get the fuck beat out of me. If I told him he was wrong, I would be arguing with him and calling him a liar. Fortunately, he let me slide, but I saw some people get fucked up pretty bad during that exercise.
Oz wrote:I don't care who you are. If a guy puts his hands on me, he better be prepared to get "touched" back.
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OZ keep in mind one thing ..this is a Ranger website...and from what I'm guessing your a civilian? Beware of what you say on here .. I'm a soldier not a Ranger but I've got 3 years under me as well and I'm already a Specialist ...dude careful what you say on here or these Ranger's will fuck your world.. so will I but I'm not as bad as they are
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As RgrPuck fully knows you don't have to touch anyone to make their life miserable. You can fuck someone up with ever touching anyone.rgrpuck wrote:Oz wrote:I don't care who you are. If a guy puts his hands on me, he better be prepared to get "touched" back.I pray to GRITS you come to my company. I live to break assclown tough guys like you. There is Nothing like the self satisfaction of watching a boy break and cry for mommy, and I wont lay a hand on you.
This whole topic has gotten stupid. I was far more scared of my team leaders and squad leaders than any DS. They were all smaller than me too but they control your life and can make it as miserable as you want. Besides what would happen if you ever started beating the crap out of your squad leader. You would have your whole squad or maybe the whole platoon beating the crap out of you.
If you are going to try and be the tough guy the army and Rangers are not for you. You have to work as a team and if you are going to be stupid enough to deserve a beating then I wouldn't want you to be on my team.
RgrPuck fucked up my world at RIP and he never touched me or anyone else.
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