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It
seems that the M&M story has variations:
Hello,
I got your message. I went to your bootcamp website, very, very
cool. Now I remember who you were. I think I was the second
one to mess up the protocol for requesting to speak to the senior
DI, only in my case, it was Sgt Robinson
who came out and thrashed me.
The M & M story is one of my favorites
that I have always remembered well. I think you might have missed
a few details.
That
day they decided to pull my wisdom teeth, and do some gum surgery,
and put me on bed rest for the rest of the day, I asked all
three DI's by noon if I could get out of bed and participate
with the rest of the platoon, I did not think I needed a whole
day of bed rest, and I of course got yelled at and got told
to get back in the rack. We had the M&M's a day or two before
that, Howard's Grandma, or
mom sent him a huge box of candy and cookies. Howard
and another recruit were the platoon scribes, they were in the
DI's hut and snuck out some candy.
W hile I was laying in the rack the platoon went to the grinder
for some drill practice, and someone was messing up, it pissed
the senior off, he told the other two to thrash you, M &
M's fell out, and the Senior came
up to the squadbay, and was screaming his head off, AT ME!!!!!!
He dumped M & M's, Oreos (two packages) and everything else
in that huge box of pogey bait on the floor. And crushed it
into the deck. It was the seniors night for duty that night,
and remember Sgt Robinson always telling us he wanted the senior
to give him a credit card to thrash us? Well Robinson took duty
that night and he got his credit card from the senior, and he
made it a living hell for you guys.
And
amazingly enough while all hell was breaking loose, right before
the senior left I was stupid enough to ask the senior once again
if I could get ou of the rack. The answer was no. Robinson dumped
every foot locker in the middle of the squadbay right before
lights out and said the squadbay had to be in order by morning,
and he didn't want to see or hear anybody out of their rack
you guys had to all get your footlockers in order, quietly and
in the dark.
That is how I remember it, maybe I'm mistaken, I don't know,
but as hard as boot camp was, I still have fond memories of
it.
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