Story #1539

As my company entered white phase in OSUT, we were told that we would soon be having platoon guides marching us back and forth to wherever our drill sergeants had us go. Well the day came where each platoon was assigned a platoon guide and everyone was fucking ecstatic. For some reason everybody thought we now had unlimited freedom and could go anywhere. One of our drill sergeants clearly said to us in our CTA, “standby and wait for DS “X” to come over from the battalion to walk you down to chow”. Everyone started getting restless when we were standing there for about 20 minutes and we knew chow was going to start soon. So, this is where the story gets good. One of the platoons decides to fuck the waiting game and starts marching down to chow without any drill sergeant present. Like ducks in a row, all of the other platoons follow suit. Gotta maintain that army uniformity right? Well, as we marched down the hill to the DFAC without a DS, who else would drive by in his Rolls Royce but the CSM. One of our drill sergeants who had seen this unfolding as we approached the DFAC literally sprinted from where he had been and once he got to where we were, went to parade rest as he talked to the CSM who had rolled down his window. Now we hadn’t known that was the CSM at the time, but as soon as we saw our DS go to parade rest, we knew we were in for a rough night. I can only imagine what the CSM had said to our DS. Maybe something like “How did this happen? Don’t let it happen again.” To which the DS most likely translated in his head, “smoke the living shit out of them and play fuck fuck games all night.” Well needless to say we got smoked pretty bad after that, and indeed did play fuck fuck games for most of the night. Shout out to the other 11 Bravos from my company at OSUT who remember this story all too well.