Fall in. Devil Dogs we have our own group now. Contact me for an invite.

[Mikey2Bullets]

man, that's how you take a dump! look at the intensity, the will. he didn't even take his pants off, that's commitment. and always pack an m-14, cause you never know.

 

[BadMoon]

You guys are funny. Thanks!

 

[Mikey2Bullets]

yes, i have taken a gun to bathroom on multiple occasions. some of those times were even in a war zone.

 

[BadMoon]

yes, i have taken a gun to bathroom on multiple occasions. some of those times were even in a war zone.

Why wouldn't you not? Take her everywhere you go! Never know what will happen.

 

[Mikey2Bullets]

Why wouldn't you not? Take her everywhere you go! Never know what will happen.

poo monsters?

 

[Trustey]

Army Combat Nurse here

I fixed up plenty of Marines coming from Fallujah. Both times.

 

[ONEYE]

To this day, I can not use the word "gun" to describe a pistol/weapon. I did the "This is my rifle, this is my gun, this is for shooting, this is for fun." march in boot camp. We had some crazy times. It's been years, hell, decades since boot camp, yet occasionally, I have dreams/nightmares about it. Usually like having to go through it again.

 

[ONEYE]

Army Combat Nurse here

I fixed up plenty of Marines coming from Fallujah. Both times.

PM... I hope you didn't patch them up too well, we like scars better than tattoos.

 

[BadMoon]

To this day, I can not use the word "gun" to describe a pistol/weapon. I did the "This is my rifle, this is my gun, this is for shooting, this is for fun." march in boot camp. We had some crazy times. It's been years, hell, decades since boot camp, yet occasionally, I have dreams/nightmares about it. Usually like having to go through it again.

Nothing wrong with GUN if you are using a pistol my friend. Rifle on the other hand. Yup! That is a rifle and that one is mine!

 

[Darth Cruel]

Nothing wrong with GUN if you are using a pistol my friend. Rifle on the other hand. Yup! That is a rifle and that one is mine!

I was so traumatized about that word that it doesn't even exist in my vocabulary any more.

 

[Darth Cruel]

GREAT avi, DC!!

Thanks for posting the screen cap!

poo monsters?

With all of the different slang terms that have been used to refer to our enemies through the years, I think you just hit on one that can be used as a blanket reference for ALL of them!

Army Combat Nurse here

I fixed up plenty of Marines coming from Fallujah. Both times.

And for that you have the Marines undying gratitude (I think I am safe speaking for Marines in general on that one).

 

[ONEYE]

I was so traumatized about that word that it doesn't even exist in my vocabulary any more.

Recruit/maggot/civilian slime says to a nearby undisciplined puke, "These pants don't fit."

Drill Instructor responds, "Women and children wear pants, men wear trousers. Now put your blouse on!"

I tried to stifle a laugh, no luck, I can't see out of my right eye, and wouldn't you know it, another DI was to my right. In a heartbeat, I was on my knees, gasping for air, I never even saw the punch that knocked out my air. That DI let loose a torrent of obscenities about laughing that even a Tourette syndrome sufferer couldn't match.

 

[Darth Cruel]

Recruit/maggot/civilian slime says to a nearby undisciplined puke, "These pants don't fit."

Drill Instructor responds, "Women and children wear pants, men wear trousers. Now put your blouse on!"

I tried to stifle a laugh, no luck, I can't see out of my right eye, and wouldn't you know it, another DI was to my right. In a heartbeat, I was on my knees, gasping for air, I never even saw the punch that knocked out my air. That DI let loose a torrent of obscenities about laughing that even a Tourette syndrome sufferer couldn't match.

That reminds me of a time that we were having a quick inspection of deuce gear and I laughed when the Senior was addressing the platoon. He abruptly stopped speaking, executed a perfect about-face, and marched out of the squad bay. Our beloved "mean" Drill Instructor marched in a short time later, made a B-Line straight for me, and hit me in the chest with his elbow so hard he knocked me over my footlocker. (Edit - I forgot to mention, after he did that he said "Laugh at the Senior Drill Instructor again, b!t@h!!")


The other time was during a hygene inspection and I had jokingly stuck my fire team billet sticker to my bunkie's scivvie shirt just before the "bad" drill instructor came around. I didn't mean to leave the sticker on his shirt, but the DI came in for the inspection before I thought he would and called us to attention, so I couldn't remove the sticker. He already messed with me a lot because I had the same last name as he did. And I just had to sit there and wait (we were about 6 recruits from the last to be inspected), knowing I was up the creek. And sure enough, when my bunkie got in trouble for the sticker, he ratted me out in half a heartbeat. Drill Instructor Sgt. Johnston helped me, once again, to find the quickest way to the other side of my footlocker.

 

[Darth Cruel]

This also reminds me of our other drill instructor, Sgt Ramirez. We called him the Teddy Bear because he simply was not mean. And I do not think he COULD be mean. Just think of a Mexican Lou Costello. We used to mess with him during hygene inspections by doing things like wearing scivvies and glasses backwards and then standing backwards during the inspections. His favorite phrase was "Get that squared away before this footlocker has an accident and hits you in the forehead!"

He was a good guy and we learned a lot of knowledge from him, but unfortunately, I don't think we learned a lot about discipline from him.

But then, Sgt Johnston made up for that.

 

[ONEYE]

Ahhh, great times. I can smile now.

Gas chamber, we had to break the seal, and clear the mask. Well, we had to totally remove the mask, and sound off, name, rank, and serial number, then sing the first verse of The Marine's Hymn.

Well, I "thought" I was smart. I had taken a nice, clean filtered breath of air BEFORE taking off my mask. My "light bulb" went off and again, I was on my knees, gasping for air, instead, a deep lungful of CS & CN gas. The DI and I, simultaneously realized that I was "NOT like the others" suffering while singing due to gas intake that was inevitable when singing and sounding off. I failed to take into account that I would be obvious. He knocked my out of breath and then kept me in there to sing all the verses of The Marine's Hymn.

That was a very nasty morning for me.

 

[ONEYE]

Sgt McCool (yeah, no kidding), I met him again years later, I was a SSgt select going through the Staff Academy at Quantico. We did PT at OCS, he was there, same role, but giving it to the candidates. We spotted each other immediately and chatted. It was great.

SSgt Yarbrough, SSgt Banks, SSgt "Moondog" Mullen (short, tobacco chewing mean as hell, had a way of showering you with tobacco spit when chewing you out).

I still can see them in my minds eye.