Post by floydragsdale on Oct 20, 2014 11:03:37 GMT -5
Hello all:
Basic training for the majority of Army recruits, during WWII was a dramatic change, going from civilian life to military life.
The very first morning of my basic training at Camp Shelby, MS a drill sergeant stood outside of the barracks and shouted, “Now hear this. Your soul might belong to God, but you’re rear-end belongs to the Army, so get it out here on the double.” Day long training sessions were strict and very demanding of ones utmost attention.
About the only time a fellow could relax was after his evening meal. During this time several basic-trainees conjured up the idea of frustrating one of their not so favorite drill sergeants into a fit of anger.
Their scheme was to catch several lizzards (very common in the south) and put them in his bed; which they did about an hour before it was their bedtime.
The lights were out when the Sergeant entered the billets to retire for the night. Everyone was waiting for the expected uproar to follow when he crawled into his bunk , yet a very firm voice said, “If you guys are going to sleep with me you’re going to have to lay still."
To say the least, that broke the ice with recruits. In their opinion,the drill sergeant wasn’t such a very bad guy after all.
Floyd,
424th Regiment
Basic training for the majority of Army recruits, during WWII was a dramatic change, going from civilian life to military life.
The very first morning of my basic training at Camp Shelby, MS a drill sergeant stood outside of the barracks and shouted, “Now hear this. Your soul might belong to God, but you’re rear-end belongs to the Army, so get it out here on the double.” Day long training sessions were strict and very demanding of ones utmost attention.
About the only time a fellow could relax was after his evening meal. During this time several basic-trainees conjured up the idea of frustrating one of their not so favorite drill sergeants into a fit of anger.
Their scheme was to catch several lizzards (very common in the south) and put them in his bed; which they did about an hour before it was their bedtime.
The lights were out when the Sergeant entered the billets to retire for the night. Everyone was waiting for the expected uproar to follow when he crawled into his bunk , yet a very firm voice said, “If you guys are going to sleep with me you’re going to have to lay still."
To say the least, that broke the ice with recruits. In their opinion,the drill sergeant wasn’t such a very bad guy after all.
Floyd,
424th Regiment
