Thread: Army bullies, any advice?
9/16/2009 11:40pm, #21
you can expect little things to mean the world to you.
when i was at great lakes, p-days had passed and training day 1-1 was upon us and we were told that morning that we would be getting 4 new shipmates from FAST. these guys were non native english speakers and had been to a remedial english skills program for a few weeks before mustering to a real division.
we went to our typical morning and lunch routines and when we came back in from lunch, every last fucking rack was made up perfectly. this would be the norm anyway, but our sheets had gone to laundry that morning and we had stripped bunks until new sheets came in. turns out, these recruits had been assigned to pick up the sheets from laundry and bring them to their new compartment. they went one further and spent the next 2 hours making every rack there was.
they were instantly everybody's best friend and they were the first to be awarded desert at dinner.
9/17/2009 2:34am, #22
Post us a picure when you graduate Basic, glad to hear you are doing well.
9/22/2009 6:07am, #23
It’s early 1986 a time of grown out wedge haircuts or Tears for fears Mullets and Adidas kick with skinny jeans.
2 weeks out of basic training (Continuous Training Troop – whoopee). Head shaved, shiny boots, immaculately shaped beret, full combats, white belt and RP brassard carrying pick axe handle – Lucky me it’s Saturday afternoon and I am on guard duty.
Patrolling round the accommodation blocks (Red sandstone Victorian 3 story buildings) I am surprised to see a floor brush appear out a window, followed by a misshapen head with hair like a scrubbing brush. Suddenly a shower of dust and fluff begins falling into the tailored grounds of the corps depot Catterick.
Four weeks into his basic training and Clinton Twogood had come to my attention for the first time. He was just cleaning the brush and had apparently not realised that the stoor and fluff coming off the brush would end up somewhere else and for the good of the squadron it would probably be better not in the Corps Memorial garden.
Clinton was many things, a braggart, a thief, a liar, a (failed) deserter and last but not least the biggest Muppet ever to wear the cap badge of the Royal corps of Signals.
He scraped through basic*.
Despite on fieldcraft after fucking up, being given the old “See that tree on the horizon over there? Round it and back to me” He set off at a fair lick then pretended to collapse under the tree miraculously recovering and staggering back as the Directing Staff set off to kick his head in.
He also tried to hide in his locker during an inspection as he was supposed to be out the block and heard the sergeant major talking to his troop staff sergeant in the corridor, the fact there was no padlock on his locker may have in some small way contributed to him being caught squeezed in beside his uniform on the hangers.
He also was invariably late for everything he could be late for.
He also went on parade with trouser blousers on his barrack dress informing everyone else in his intake they were wrong and they would be sorry when the Cadre saw them.
On moving up to Trade Training School he failed his first trade and became what was called a combat Signalman i.e. general duties, a sort of work experience training program of all the jiff jobs, mess steward, accommodation storeman, regimental police, ration storeman, POL attendant, armoury clerk etc.
Unfortunately for him he decided to supplement his income by stealing from his colleagues. He would sneak about while they were asleep, away for a shower etc. and help himself to cash, cigarettes, lighters, sweets, porn and uniform gear.
Even more unfortunately he got caught at night by a huge Kiwi ex biker while rummaging through his locker when said Kiwi was asleep next to it. His story of looking for matches was not believed as, it was not his room, Kiwi did not smoke and he had gone through Kiwi’s pockets to get the key.
After Kiwi decked him he pretended to be unconscious only to be dragged into a corridor, have a fire hose turned on him and as he jumped up miraculously wide awake again he was leathered again. No one out of the dozens of us awoken by the noise witnessed this incident and it was decided Kiwi had done it in his sleep and could not be held responsible, but Clinton was charged with theft.
He got 30 days guardroom time but as he had worked in the guardroom before kept forgetting he was Soldier under Sentence and talking to the Regimental Police like they were mates with him.
He also in his last week of detention when he was signed out on a live body chit to the Warrant Officers and Sergeants Mess as a dishwasher got caught drinking wine from returned glasses and bottles and warned for orders again.
He was released on a Thursday having managed to get all the way through his time with no discount for good behaviour and with a charge of drinking on duty and theft hanging over him and immediately went AWOL heading for Dover to go to France and join the Foreign Legion a few problems with this genius idea.
1. He had no passport.
2. He did not have enough money to get over to France.
3. The legion tries not to recruit serving British Servicemen as they will get arrested any time they come back to the UK or UK territories or a British base anywhere. Sentenced and sent back to a unit to finish the time they owe or jailed in Colchester.
4. He did not have enough money to get back to the Regiment.
So he went to the cops and got a travel warrant, unfortunately as he was on a charge he had to get permission to leave camp and he hadn’t bothered to do this (as the answer would have been no anyway).
This incident finally got him kicked out after nearly a year of space cadetery. I got posted to Germany the around the same time and his final conversation with me was to advise me that beer was £5 a pint in Germany and a slice of cake in an ordinary café was about £10 though sausages were really cheap.
* I wasn’t with him in basic but a couple of mates were, one lucky bastard was in his section...
12/04/2009 2:13am, #24
- Join Date
- Feb 2008
- Lexington, Kentucky, United States
I ship to Camp Robinson, AR Sunday for the GED+ program. I am not taking the Christmas exodus unless they for some reason make me ( I love the IET environment I have been introduced to thusfar, and i don't want to get out of it till i graduate). From how well I did in RSP, my recruiter and Cadre have told me I might be in a leadership position ( i hope, I always take care of my platoon). This will probably be my last post before I come home after BCT/AIT....so thank you bullshido for everything. A source of real knowledge and information, for both the Military AND Martial Arts world. Next time I post, i will have hopefully earned the title "Soldier".
PV2 Robert Weir
12/04/2009 6:14am, #25
A lot of times it pays to be a little less hooah and just blend in. Especially when you arrive at your unit. There are plenty of opportunities, but plenty of opportunities for the new guy to fall flat on thier face when they run full speed into the unknown.
12/04/2009 12:26pm, #26
- Join Date
- Dec 2006
Let the kid go how many of us learned the most after we fell on our faces.
12/07/2009 10:13pm, #27
i just remembered a shipmate i mustered with at meps. we made friends pretty quickly as we were both future nukes and then wound up in the same division at great lakes.
i remember asking him (he was a hella dorky looking kid who had a lot of weird stories about flirting with girls in AP chemistry) how he planned on making it through boot camp without catching to much **** from the RDCs. his answer proves his genius.
A: i practiced until i could run 2 miles in 15 minutes, drop and do 80 pushups or 100 sit ups. i also practiced until i could do 6 pull ups. i plan on doing exactly what is asked of me while putting a small bit of struggle at the end of each set. i will neither shine nor tarnish. the RDCs will never know my name. **** them and their pushups, i'm here to ride a submarine.
12/09/2009 9:06pm, #28You are not free whose liberty is won by the rigour of other, more righteous souls. Your are merely protected. Your freedom is parasitic, you suck the honourable man dry and offer nothing in return. You who have enjoyed freedom, who have done nothing to earn it
5/07/2010 2:23am, #29
- Join Date
- Feb 2008
- Lexington, Kentucky, United States
well finally got a decent internet connection that allowed me to post, my recruiter fucked me royally, and I get dischaged from the guard in February (late notice, i know). however it was an uncharacterized discharge, and in august I can re-try. I'm going to give it another shot, I really want to be a soldier. And come hell or high water, I will join the Army, in some way, whether it be Active, Guard or Reserve.
5/07/2010 10:32am, #30