Does anyne have any funny basic training stories?

When I was at Basic at Ft Dix, one of our dirtbag Soldiers got one our Reserve Drill Sgt's in trouble (he just smoked the crap out him thats all). So we all decided to give him a blanket party. That night we all got up and went over to his bunk. Startled, he got up and was pleading for mercy. We had this big corn-fed dude who never said anything, was behind us pissed off. He parted us like the Red Sea and socked the hell out him! He took off running down the hallway yelling for the Drill Sgt, we took off and jumped back in our bunks! The Drill Sgt came up stairs, called us out in the hallway and dropped and smoked us. He told the PG to give up one Soldier and bring him down stairs. He then leaves us in the front leaning rest and went back to his office and got on the intercom. "Alright Wolfpack! Since no one wants to tell me who socked Private F., Private C. will pay the price! If you don't tell me in 10 seconds, I'm going to slam his nuts in the door!" He then counts down, and we tell each other to stay quiet and don't rat out nobody. The Drill Sgt then yells, "Times up! Puttem in there Private." The Drill Sgt then slams the door and whispers to the Private to start yelling. He starts yelling and we just quietly was giggling our asses off! Although Basic was tough as hell, I look back on it, and I can say that I had fun.

Yeah, about half way through basic. I was down in the company area I think I must have been doing laundry or something so it must have been on Sunday. Anyway I came back up to the bay and sat down on my bunk when the guy in the bunk across from me said "Hey, I just drank bleach" and smiled about it! So I was like "what?!" and he said "I just drank bleach." and then he pulled a bottle of bleach out from under his bunk and drank the last little bit! I'm not the snitching kind but in this case I was worried for the dude's life so I ran down to the CQ desk and told them to call one of the drills, they got there within just a couple minutes and hauled him off to the hospital. That night the senior drill came into the bay and said "I have good news and bad news. So and so (I'll reserve the name) tried to commit suicide by drinking bleach. The good news is we pumped his stomach and he's going to live. The bad news for him is the bleach around here ain't poisonous!"

Definitely not funny. When I arrived at Great Lakes (Great Mistakes), we were marching down the back street to the warehouse to get our issue. The base is heated with steam. There'd been a murder and they'd dumped the recruit's body down in the steam system. They were pulling him out as we marched by. The guy had been cooked. They tried lifting him out by his arms and they popped off. Seems the guy had been one of the recruits in charge (RPOC) and had not been well liked by his outfit. They graduated, took him out, got him drunk and then dumped him. The C.O. of the base got on the intercom system and told us that we were not allowed to write home about what we'd seen. That, was my "Welcome to the Navy." That was 1981.

There was this guy in my brother division that I worked with one day in the galley scullery (washing dishes). I barely knew the guy and had only one conversation with him.... on that one day....... and he asked me to marry him in the airport when we left boot camp.

Um, no.

Is that funny, or just sad?