Go get a box of grid squares and some high-speed missile wax

Yeah, Cadet Command is a different animal. It's sorta the Army, sorta the University. Some cadets are under contract and therefore obligated to serve, others are just college kids taking a class. There are many, many ways for ROTC professors to get into trouble; they've got more than one bureacracy to serve.

Recruits don't wear heels for a day to feel like a woman.

All my military hazing, and there was lots of it (I have red hair), had a purpose I understood.

must hurt ouchy bad with bone spurs
OUCHY OUCHY OUCHY[rofl]
 
Many industries have it, not just the .mil.

New waiters/bartenders are told to get the glass magnet to clean out the ice bin, or are sent fbutor a No. 10 can of Steam Table water. Machine Shops noobs are sent to the tool room for the brass magnet.

My kids fell for the Metric adjustable wrench, but they were ~6, and only once.

Once, when I was a kid, I was cutting a piece of wood that was held in a vise - got harder, and harder to work the handsaw. Then I realized that my Uncle Fred was "helping" by gently lifting the free end of the wood. [laugh]
 
I met an old Marine who was in Korea(?).

He said the brutality of boot camp made him strong enough to survive being a POW.

He told me that he was beaten harder in boot camp than in POW camp.

Years later he thanked his DI.

Lol.

The point I'm making is that modern ROTC is not anything at all like your buddy's midcentury boot camp experience. Nor is it meant to be. There's an excellent chance that the high-heel-wearing cadets pictured in that article were not contracted cadets, never became contracted cadets, almost certainly hadn't ever been through enlisted basic training, and never even joined the Army.

ROTC instructors aren't anything like basic-training instructors, as I know firsthand. They aren't trying to be, either.
 
They want to destroy the time honored tradition of blood pinnings where seniors push the medal into the chest of the junior member who got his wings.

When I was getting my wings (Benning Home for Boys Cira Oct 1979) the general was coming down the line....mostly pinning them to OG107 Pickle suits. Every once in a while he would lean back palm hit the wings into the chest (blood wings). He stands in front of the young C cup soldier next me. She asks for blood wing. He pins to the wings to the shirts, no clasps, leans back on his heels, palm up and then stops. He shakes his head moves over to me to pin my wings. He just could not punch the holes into that girls bosom.
 
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My worst hazing was in Canadian airborne school (CFB Petawawa) Aug 1981 while earning my Airborne wings up there. I had finished my qualification jumps (and couldn't drink anymore), so I opted to go with the remaining jumpers who were finishing up. I put on a monkey harness which almost like a parachute harness but has a large snap link which you attach to the floor of the plane. I set up to take photographs of the jumpers as they tailgated out the ramp Hollywood style.

The French speaking crew chief decides to unhook me from the floor the plane to a jumper ready to exit, sort of daisy chain....but I have no chute. I doubt he would have sent me out that but it was a hell of a burn. CFB Petawawa.jpg
 
When I was getting my wings (Benning Home for Boys Cira Oct 1979) the general was coming down the line....mostly pinning them to OG107 Pickle suits. Every once in a while he would lean back palm hit the wings into the chest (blood wings). He stands in front of the young C cup soldier next me. She asks for blood wing. He pins to the wings to the shirts, no clasps, leans back on his heels, palm up and then stops. He shakes his head moves over to me to pin my wings. He just could punch the holes into that girls bosom.
when I graduated from Air Assault school in 1991 we has one female 2LT grad in the class. The instructors asked us who wanted blood wings before hand and the ones who agreed got a nice punch after the pinning. I think everyone agreed.
 
“Go get a bucket of steam from the engine room”. The Oiler blasts it with steam and the kid comes back “where’s the steam? Go get another bucketfull and hurry this time”
 
what were the negative repercussions of hunting large game, tuna?

Im sure my career didn’t advance as far as it should have, but I have good memories and regret nothing.

My second favorite was a scarecrow in the Ops Group commander’s office. He didn’t see it till he sat at his desk and thought someone was waiting for him at 0700.

My favorite was getting into the CD shredder in the Security Mgr’s office and slicing the heavy duty bag that held the CD dust. I did this one on my way out. I was told months later that the stuff got everywhere and looked like a stripper dust factory exploded.
 
Wasn't me or anyone in my units but I read a yarn about an e4 that was chewing gum at first formation. First sergeant saw him and said the old standbye "specialist ......do you have enough gum for everyone"?!?! And smoked him for about 5 minutes after formation was over. Next day specialist came to first formation with cargo pockets bulging to the max with bubbalicious....and chewing a huge wad of it. First sergeant screams at him for chewing gum....again......and specialist blurts out...."but I have enough for everyone top"! Total smoke show and 5 days extra duty.


I did whiteness this one. At our fob in Iraq in 2003 we were getting our meals from the mkt for evening meal. Every day the "uniform of the day" changed for getting in the chow line.......lbv.....no lbv......mask......no mask.....you army vets know the drill. Finally the first sergeant yelled at everyone in line "uniform is mask Kevlar and weapon". Everyone scatters back to the hooches to get the gear.....and yup.......a specialist I know very well came out buck naked except for his Kevlar weapon and mask covering his junk. 😂😂😂😂. He was on shit burning detail for 30 days. He says it was worth it.
 
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I never served, but this stuff is pure gold. I imagine a guy who knows they're on their way out of this environment could really be a loose cannon. Like tuna and the stripper dust.
 
See this shit a lot on construction sights. Used to send really clueless laborers to the back of the cement mixers to get buckets of steam. Used to send people to get the "rubber bull float." Worst one I ever saw, some carpenters built a big pallet with hand rails and everything, made it look like a handicapped ramp type of thing and lag bolted a porta potty on it, parked a lull under the back side of if, and then waited for some cracked out laborer that was driving them nuts to go in there for his morning crack or heroin pick me up and they lifted it about 25ft up in the air on the lull and left him there for the super to find.
 
Flight line. “Get me 2....no make it 3 feet of, flight line from supply. “ If a seasoned NCO was in supply, they would say they are out but so and so should have some. The next place would also be out and suggest you check with.....

How about the ASH receiver? Ash tray on a helicopter, vehicle, etc.
 
Two that come to mind that werent mentioned

A Left Handed Screwdriver

200 feet of treeline

I was once sent down to the motorpool to feed the Gama Goats.

Metric crescent wrench.




A great guide to your career (if you don’t care) is “Skippy's List”. I posted it in the military bubba forum. Google it but be prepared to laugh.

I honestly got through between half and three quarters of the list.
 
Metric crescent wrench.




A great guide to your career (if you don’t care) is “Skippy's List”. I posted it in the military bubba forum. Google it but be prepared to laugh.

I honestly got through between half and three quarters of the list.
Those were classic.
 
It would be cool if you were stationed in Maine or some lumber state and could throw a logging truck driver $20 to bring the NCO 200 feet of treeline all stacked in the rig's bunks
 
Metric crescent wrench.




A great guide to your career (if you don’t care) is “Skippy's List”. I posted it in the military bubba forum. Google it but be prepared to laugh.

I honestly got through between half and three quarters of the list.
I loved
“83. Must not start any SITREP (Situation Report) with “I recently had an experience I just had to write you about….”
 
Metric crescent wrench.




A great guide to your career (if you don’t care) is “Skippy's List”. I posted it in the military bubba forum. Google it but be prepared to laugh.

I honestly got through between half and three quarters of the list.

The avionics shop found Skippy's List especially funny, since we had a Skippy who would have cheerfully done everything on the list. We all agreed to never show it to him, as he'd take it as a challenge. We also had the use of CD grinder stripper dust banned, because of Skippy.

This is what happens to the bosses office when I get left temporarily in charge of said avionics crew while our real boss pedals a bicycle from Portland to Portland. Laughing man is our branch chief, passing for adult supervision. I at least had my back to the camera - I always maintained it wasn't really a job for grown ups.

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I miss the A-10 days....
 
Were any of you vets in medical units? Do you have any medical related material? I'd love to introduce this kind of ball breaking to the hospital I work at.
 
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