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Fresh out of boot camp, I arrived at my first duty station. During some 'down time' at work one day I decided to look busy by polishing brasswork around the shop.
Eventually, I worked my way back to the AOC Clark's office and, noticing a brass door knob, I asked the Chief if he wanted me to polish his knob. He replied, "Honey, you can polish my knob anytime you want to!" Talk about Most Embarrassing Moments...
Eventually, I worked my way back to the AOC Clark's office and, noticing a brass door knob, I asked the Chief if he wanted me to polish his knob. He replied, "Honey, you can polish my knob anytime you want to!" Talk about Most Embarrassing Moments...
- Patty
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When I was stationed in South Korea, with the 7th aviation Bn. I was in the arms room and this warrant officer came in looking down. I asked him what was wrong and he said he took helicopter with two side mounted m-60's on it and he wanted to do some target practice with it.
I asked him how he did and he answered not too damn good I fired 40,000 thousand rounds at a 55 gal drum and he only hit once. I didn't say anything till he left and I had a pretty good laugh.
I asked him how he did and he answered not too damn good I fired 40,000 thousand rounds at a 55 gal drum and he only hit once. I didn't say anything till he left and I had a pretty good laugh.
- Morris Ardle
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While serving as a Chaplain Assistant at Fort Rucker, Alabama:
After being bothered all afternoon by numerous phone calls asking me what time midnight mass was going to be, I impatiently snatched the phone off the hook and on one occasion answered, "Yeah?"
There was a short pause and then I heard, "Is that the proper way to answer the phone soldier, do you know who this is?"
I said, "No" and to that response the caller identified himself as "General Smith ", the Post Commanding General.
Trying to think fast I said, "Sir, do you know who this is?" and he said "No", to which I replied "Bye!", and hung up.
After being bothered all afternoon by numerous phone calls asking me what time midnight mass was going to be, I impatiently snatched the phone off the hook and on one occasion answered, "Yeah?"
There was a short pause and then I heard, "Is that the proper way to answer the phone soldier, do you know who this is?"
I said, "No" and to that response the caller identified himself as "General Smith ", the Post Commanding General.
Trying to think fast I said, "Sir, do you know who this is?" and he said "No", to which I replied "Bye!", and hung up.
- Mike Beucler
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When I was in basic training at Fort Campbell, Kentucky in 1971 we were in formation when the Drill Sgt. said, "Left face!"
Everyone went left except me!
I turned right and the Sgt. said, "Your other left son!"
Everyone went left except me!
I turned right and the Sgt. said, "Your other left son!"
- harleyd
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True Story -
When I was serving aboard the USS Franklin D. Roosevelt, CVA 42, Pride of the Fleet, we were putting non-skid on the deck of a Bomb Magazine.
Being of such short stature, the fumes got to me quicker than some. While down there I took the notion of swinging at one of the biggest guys in my Division. I was 5'2, 17 young and dumb, and AO3 Hare was about 6'2. I missed him completely, of course, and as I swung around after my poor Rocky imitation, I had just enough sense to know this guy was about to kill me, so as I missed I "Fainted".
I stayed "unconscious" long enough for Hare to carry me to sick bay to recover. I don't think he ever knew until now. Thanks PO Hare and I am sorry!
When I was serving aboard the USS Franklin D. Roosevelt, CVA 42, Pride of the Fleet, we were putting non-skid on the deck of a Bomb Magazine.
Being of such short stature, the fumes got to me quicker than some. While down there I took the notion of swinging at one of the biggest guys in my Division. I was 5'2, 17 young and dumb, and AO3 Hare was about 6'2. I missed him completely, of course, and as I swung around after my poor Rocky imitation, I had just enough sense to know this guy was about to kill me, so as I missed I "Fainted".
I stayed "unconscious" long enough for Hare to carry me to sick bay to recover. I don't think he ever knew until now. Thanks PO Hare and I am sorry!
- Carroll West
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I was in basic training in D-5-1 at Ft. Ord, Ca in 1964, when they pulled me and another buddy out of the 50 mile hike line.
We had KP that day, and boy were we glad when we saw their sorry buts returning that evening.
But to this day I cannot stand the smell of Vinegar!
We had KP that day, and boy were we glad when we saw their sorry buts returning that evening.
But to this day I cannot stand the smell of Vinegar!
- John Hancock
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While on my first patrol as a Military Policeman at Ft. Meade, Maryland, my female partner and I had to transport a particularly rowdy drunk to the MP station. Of course I sat in the backseat behind the wire screen separating the front seat from the back seat with the drunk whose hands were handcuffed behind his back.
The drunk was calling the female MP everything in the book. As this continued she did nothing except say "Look out for the dog!!"
I didn't see any dog and about that time she slammed on the brakes, of course I instinctively put my hands up and caught myself on the screen - the drunk wasn't so lucky!
Those invisible dogs can be quite dangerous!
The drunk was calling the female MP everything in the book. As this continued she did nothing except say "Look out for the dog!!"
I didn't see any dog and about that time she slammed on the brakes, of course I instinctively put my hands up and caught myself on the screen - the drunk wasn't so lucky!
Those invisible dogs can be quite dangerous!
- Bob
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At the end of a Med cruise a PO2 that worked for me was getting short. He decided to put in a special request for an early out so he could start school. I signed it and the request came back disapproved.
A week later he sent in another special request for an early out with the reason for the request being that his wife was going to get pregnant and he wanted to be there when it happened.
I approved it and so did everyone else. He got his early out!
A week later he sent in another special request for an early out with the reason for the request being that his wife was going to get pregnant and he wanted to be there when it happened.
I approved it and so did everyone else. He got his early out!
- Tom Mullins
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I'm an AF Brat. My father loved to tell the one about the Chaplain at Edwards AFB in 66' wanting to fly on every airplane the AF had.
Well, Dad was a tail Gunner on B-52's, and the Pilot told him the Chaplain was on his way back to visit, so they told the Chaplain to enter the plane head first, so he could see what the Tail Gunner's seat and everything looked like.
When he got there, Dad introduced himself and the Chaplain asked how the guns worked? Dad having shot down the drone already, saw some geese on radar.
He said, "Sir, if you'll push this the guns will lock onto the target."
The Chaplain did, and the guns swung to port, and up a little, and he explained they would track the target as the guns moved a small bit every couple of seconds. He then told the Chaplain to push the green button to fire and he would tell him when to push the red to stop.
He said, "Go ahead and push the green button!", and the 50's opened up! After 3 seconds Dad said OK! Stop! and pulled the chaplain up and over his shoulder and pointed at a cloud of feathers with 3 out of about 6 or 7 geese falling.
My Dad was ORDERED to church the next 4 weeks!
Well, Dad was a tail Gunner on B-52's, and the Pilot told him the Chaplain was on his way back to visit, so they told the Chaplain to enter the plane head first, so he could see what the Tail Gunner's seat and everything looked like.
When he got there, Dad introduced himself and the Chaplain asked how the guns worked? Dad having shot down the drone already, saw some geese on radar.
He said, "Sir, if you'll push this the guns will lock onto the target."
The Chaplain did, and the guns swung to port, and up a little, and he explained they would track the target as the guns moved a small bit every couple of seconds. He then told the Chaplain to push the green button to fire and he would tell him when to push the red to stop.
He said, "Go ahead and push the green button!", and the 50's opened up! After 3 seconds Dad said OK! Stop! and pulled the chaplain up and over his shoulder and pointed at a cloud of feathers with 3 out of about 6 or 7 geese falling.
My Dad was ORDERED to church the next 4 weeks!
- Robert Singer
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While serving aboard the USS Franklin D. Roosevelt, we received a directive/memo from the Assistant Secretary of the Navy. The gist of it was that the fleet was wasting too much money and man-hours painting out a ship from stem to stern whenever dignitaries showed up to tour the said vessel.
He directed more elbow-grease cleaning and less painting to brighten the hull and superstructure. Disregarding this, while anchored in Barcelona we got the word to paint out the ship, a dignitary was coming to tour.
For about three days, there was a grey cloud around the carrier from spray guns, and a stream of overspray drifting along the harbor. The dignitary and his entourage arrived shortly after we finished.
Lo and behold, it was the Assistant Secretary of the Navy.
He directed more elbow-grease cleaning and less painting to brighten the hull and superstructure. Disregarding this, while anchored in Barcelona we got the word to paint out the ship, a dignitary was coming to tour.
For about three days, there was a grey cloud around the carrier from spray guns, and a stream of overspray drifting along the harbor. The dignitary and his entourage arrived shortly after we finished.
Lo and behold, it was the Assistant Secretary of the Navy.
- Mike Howe
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After my Dad graduated from Basic at Lackland AFB in San Antonio, the tradition was to be the first graduate to salute an officer and receive the officer's silver dollar.
Well, as soon as Dad saw an officer, he sharply saluted...with his left hand.
The officer snapped, "Did you just salute me with your left hand?"
To which Dad smartly replied, "Yes, Sir! Of Course, Sir!"...
He got the silver dollar.
Well, as soon as Dad saw an officer, he sharply saluted...with his left hand.
The officer snapped, "Did you just salute me with your left hand?"
To which Dad smartly replied, "Yes, Sir! Of Course, Sir!"...
He got the silver dollar.
- LeeLee
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I completed ROTC at Colorado State University in 1967 and was commissioned a second lieutenant in the Army. The tradition in the Army is that when you receive your gold bars, you pay the first EM who salutes you a silver dollar.
Our NCOIC had set up a routine in which he stood at the far side of the stage during the ceremony and saluted each new "butter bar" as they walked off the stage, expecting to receive numerous silver dollars. The Colonel had gotten fed up with this and the day of the ceremony, he put the NCOIC and all other EMs on leave or special duty elsewhere on the campus.
Just before commissioning, my branch had been changed from armor to infantry - not my choice - and it caused some confusion as to when I would report for OIC. I had a summer job in North Carolina. I tried to get the dates changed but ended up having to go to Ft. McNair to do that.
After I got the orders straightened out for my reporting date, I walked out on the sidewalk, in full uniform, and walked past a post bus stop. A Sp4 saw me and I could tell by the expression on his face that he really didn't want to salute me. Finally, he raised his hand and offered me a less-than-sharp salute. I returned his salute, walked over to him, reached into my pocket, and pulled out the silver dollar, handing it to him. He looked at me in shock and tried to ask why. I simply told him that he was the first EM to salute me, and I was following Army tradition.
I smiled and walked away from him, glancing back to see that he was still standing there with the coin in his hand and a look of complete disbelief...You can never tell if something you do will result in the unexpected.
Our NCOIC had set up a routine in which he stood at the far side of the stage during the ceremony and saluted each new "butter bar" as they walked off the stage, expecting to receive numerous silver dollars. The Colonel had gotten fed up with this and the day of the ceremony, he put the NCOIC and all other EMs on leave or special duty elsewhere on the campus.
Just before commissioning, my branch had been changed from armor to infantry - not my choice - and it caused some confusion as to when I would report for OIC. I had a summer job in North Carolina. I tried to get the dates changed but ended up having to go to Ft. McNair to do that.
After I got the orders straightened out for my reporting date, I walked out on the sidewalk, in full uniform, and walked past a post bus stop. A Sp4 saw me and I could tell by the expression on his face that he really didn't want to salute me. Finally, he raised his hand and offered me a less-than-sharp salute. I returned his salute, walked over to him, reached into my pocket, and pulled out the silver dollar, handing it to him. He looked at me in shock and tried to ask why. I simply told him that he was the first EM to salute me, and I was following Army tradition.
I smiled and walked away from him, glancing back to see that he was still standing there with the coin in his hand and a look of complete disbelief...You can never tell if something you do will result in the unexpected.
- John Manion
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I was going through basic training back in 1958 at Ft. Leonardwood, Mo. and we were on the KD firing range. Myself and several others had finished and were taking a break when this CPL came over and told all seven of us to fall into two ranks.
He then marched us to the other end where an SSG was waiting. The CPL gave us a halt and a left face, which ended up with me in the back rank. The SSG then said that he needed 6 volunteers to take one step forward, and no one moved so I took one step backwards.
The SSG gave me a weird look and I thought this time I had really screwed up, then the SSG told the CPL to march these 6 men to the pits to pull targets and told me to guard the listerbag, which was in the shade for the rest of the afternoon.
He then marched us to the other end where an SSG was waiting. The CPL gave us a halt and a left face, which ended up with me in the back rank. The SSG then said that he needed 6 volunteers to take one step forward, and no one moved so I took one step backwards.
The SSG gave me a weird look and I thought this time I had really screwed up, then the SSG told the CPL to march these 6 men to the pits to pull targets and told me to guard the listerbag, which was in the shade for the rest of the afternoon.
- Dearl
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While visiting Kunsan AFB in Korea in 1964 for sickcall, two high-ranking AF officers walked past me and ignored my perfect army salute.
I turned around and called to them "excuse me sirs, would you mind returning my salute?"
They both had sheepish grins, and said "Oh yeah, howdy", returned my salute, turned and kept on walking.
I turned around and called to them "excuse me sirs, would you mind returning my salute?"
They both had sheepish grins, and said "Oh yeah, howdy", returned my salute, turned and kept on walking.
- Phillip M. Johnson
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When in Florida at MacDill AFB, I was at the motor pool checking out a truck. The phone rang and a Staff Sargeant answered it with,
"Motuh Pool, you call, we haul, you all and Suh...We got two-bys, fo-bys, six-bys and them big long mo-foes that bend in the middle and go pssh-pssh".
"Motuh Pool, you call, we haul, you all and Suh...We got two-bys, fo-bys, six-bys and them big long mo-foes that bend in the middle and go pssh-pssh".
- Tom Mullins
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