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Field days usually mean eating MRE’s or hot food is brought
over to our location. It was a little later than our usual chow time, we were
all hungry, grumpy and cold. I was voluntold to help serve lunch that day. As
it usually is on chow time, I watched other soldiers stand toe to toe and snaking
the line. Drill Sergeants eats last and after serving 200 soldiers, it was
their turn to chow. We had beef stew that day and the usual salads and fruits.
After the last soldier was served, there wasn’t much food left to serve to the
Drill Sergeants. Here comes DS G- he epitomizes all of my notion of what a DS
is. He just barely came back from deployment and acted real crazy. When he
realized the beef stew was gone, that got him cussing. “What the fuck, bunch of
fat selfish asses”. So he went on to fill his plate with the salad instead then
he flipped when he realized all of the ranch packets were gone. He threw his
plate up in the air, and yelled “WHO ATE THE FUCKING RANCH, Privates!”. He
started ranting “Privates, you are all fucking selfish!”, “Who got 2 packets of
ranch?”. He went from soldier to soldier to inspect. We all tried so hard not
to laugh as he will smoke anyone that gets in his way.
DS G walked away yelling for the last time “Who ate the
fucking ranch privates? You are all selfish, Privates fucking eating all the
ranch.” It was quite an epic exit! It instantly became our favorite topic to
talk about in basic. Who ate the fucking ranch!
Fort Jackson
2010 Winter Cycle
My time in basic training is nothing but a fleeting memory. I will post some more about that experience another time.
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