Story #4231

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Summer 2016. I was finishing up the AIT portion of my Split-Op training. Because we had all completed Basic Training the year prior, our Drill Sergeants were a little more relaxed with us, but still aimed to make our time there hell. Every Infantryman remebers their FTX, and this story comes from the 48 hour continuous training that happens right before the Bayonet March.

It was the night prior to the march to Honor Hill, and we had all gone without sleep for 24 hours. The DS’s were stepping up their attacks on us, and we’re constantly sending us out on missions. Every man was extremely tired, and many people were falling asleep in their fox holes. Me and my battle, Private G, were taking turns pulling security and enhancing our fighting position.

Private G was from Atlanta, and wasn’t used to the woodland area of Fort Benning, especially during night time. Finally, at about 0400, the radio chatter cleared, and all was quiet. I looked over at Private G and he had passed out from exhaustion. Around that time, I could hear voices from inside our patrol base, but I played it off as just some privates bullsh**ing.

Next thing I know, the First Sergeant, who we will call 1SG K, appears in my face. He looked me in the eyes to see if I was awake, and then glanced over at my battle, who was sound asleep. He walked over to him, and sounded off thunderously with, “WAKE THE HELL UP, SPECIALIST!”

Unfortunately , Private G did not wake up. Instead, he answered the 1SG with a loud snore. 1SG K then kicked him in the helmet so hard that Private G screamed bloody murder and immediatly swung his rifle and hit the 1SG in the leg. At this point, the 1SG tears into PVT G, and PVT G is so dillusional that he starts responding with “Aye, Aye, Sir!” 1SG K grabs him by the collar and gets in his face and says, “I ain’t no Godd**n Marine, and I sure ain’t a sir cause I work for my living, now grab your rifle and pull security on that tree over there!”

So for the rest of the morning, until chow, PVT G had to guard the tree and anytime somebody got near the tree, he had to sound off with “Chitty Ching Ching, stay away from my Collard Green Tree!”