Didn't you guys have wet blanket parties for guys like that? We had a crazy, red headed guy, from Southie in our P.I. platoon. His name was Bob Tiner. Our D.I's loved to punish the platoon for whatever mistake a individual recruit might make, while having the screw up recruit, just stand and watch. We had just showered and were doing our free time thing before hitting the rack. I don't recall what the screw up recruit did to piss off the D.I., but the D.I. had us getting all sweaty doing side straddle hoopies, his name for jumping jacks. During side staddle hoopies, Tiner stopped doing hoopies, took the steel lid off of the barracks steel trash can and proceeded to beat the screw up, out of the recruit. The D.I. clearly seeing Tiner beat the recruit to the ground and continue on, with more of the same, quickly looked the other way, so as not to interfere with Tiner's training of the screw up recruit. When Tiner had finnished his mission, the D.I. immediately ended the side straddle hoopies by saying stop. I'm tired now. hit the rack. All D.I. instructions being given, with a smile of approval on his face. Tiner was shot up pretty badly in Nam. At our platoons 25th anniversary get together in Boston, The 25 or so of us that were there, decided to visit Tiner in the hospital, since he was back in for another operation during the reunion. That was the last time I ever saw Bob Tiner, but his name and antics will be in my mind forever. God bless you Bob Tiner.