Story #2208

19k OSUT 2001. So early into red phase one evening my plt was gathering into formation one by one after running back from the DFAC. We always had to run back and form up and await what ever was next. At no point did any of us move or talk cause you just never knew when a Brown Round would grace us with his presence. As we all make it back suddenly around the corner of the unoccupied side of the barracks I observe our DS, DS M walking towards us. Odd. Usually he comes out the back door. Without hesitation I yell at ease and we prepare for whatever is next. DS M continues to move towards us. Then comes a booming voice above from one of the 3rd floor bay windows. 4th plt DS W was by far the most recognized voice of any. “Hey Battle!” Yells the voice from above. “What is it?” DS M asks? “I’ve been sitting up here for awhile now listening to those shithead Pvts of yours talk about how much of a punk ass bitch you are!” Then DS W closes the window and slips away from view. WHAATTTTT! I ask myself? We all look at each other in dismay. He is freaking lying out his ass! Don’t matter anyway for what is next to come was a very angry DS M who proceeds to rain down a smoking like I never would wish upon anyone. All we heard through pain and sweat for weeks was how much of a piece of shit we were and how he wasn’t gonna let us get away with disrespecting him or any NCO. Damn you DS W! Was this some kinda tactic? Years later I laugh about it but at that time we all looked at each other and wanted to know who said it so he could have the snot beat out of him. Bastard.