Where do they Find or Grow Army Drill Masters?
 

beat beat beat them down..............


how do these guys go home to a wife?


AYE SIR AYE SIR...............and note in the background Army dudes playing jump up sit down vertical Musical chairs.




https://youtu.be/5Ba6zk8-t-M?t=231




un real

I considered going into the military (going to the Naval Academy), but I just don't think I'm the type of personality that would deal real well with that sort of thing. I'm not very good at just doing stuff because someone said so and not questioning things.

I guess someone's got to do the job.

Same here. I pissed off my trainer when I first started out because his explanation for "why?" was always "because that's the way we do it". I was asking "why" because I wanted to understand the thought process that went into the decision so that I could apply it to other situations.

As for where do they get drill instructors...

First they go to hell, then they talk to the tormentors, then they ask if anyone was fired for being too cruel...that's what my ex-military friends tell me.

When I first arrived at Basic Training at Ft Leonard Wood Misery in winter of 1978 it was wild to say the least. Like the video x10. Some of the tough guys you thought would breeze through turned into blubbering cry babies howling for their Mommy. It ain't no summer camp let me tell you.

Drafted in 1967 and had basic at Ft Brag, NC in June, July and August. Hot. They ran us mercilessly but the drill sergeants ran every step of the way with us. Not a job for the faint hearted.

Not sure what a "Drill Master" is, other than a power tool. Though, there is quite a difference between a Drill Instructor (Marine Corps), a Drill Sergeant (Army), and whatever the call them in the Air Force (it isn't anything with "drill" in the title).
I did LOL at 0:23 in the video where the Air Force "trainer guy" stated that when their trainees leave, they are in better shape than most Marines are. Oh my....

I visited the AF Academy when I wuz 17...I am 100% certain it would not have been a good experience for "me".... or the AF either :)!

Getting yelled at in Basic is nothing compared to what you may see in actual battle. If you can't handle Basic you damn sure can't handle battle with shells are landing all around you.

Your goal in Basic is not lo learn the why. The goal in Basic is to learn to DO under any circumstance.

I was a Drill Sergeant from '79-'81 for BCT (Basic Combat Training for 11B Infantrymen)...it was the hardest job I ever had in many respects.

You are up before Joe...spit polished/starched uniform (then) and I had 55 trainee's all day long from day one to graduation….you put Joe to bed...then you prep for your next day....you have no life for two/three years. There are no weekends off..it is 7 on 16/18 hours a day.

It is probably harder today as the kids today are not imbued with respect for authority nor are they mentally strong....they have been coddled....they are also fatish and out of shape.

I can tell by some of the comments you did not serve in any capacity.

I was an Infantryman in RVN...my personal mission was to make them hard enough to withstand combat. You do not do that with a video game.

WTF is a Drill Master...something from Harbor Freight?

Thanks for your service, Reiver

Hey. I loved it...stayed quite awhile but the Time as a Drill Sergeant was a pita.

As you said the idea is to get them to the point of thinking/acting under duress.....as a team.

No doubt. You had a limited amount of time to develop a mentally tough and physically strong team player. Hell of a task.

Sill graduates a class nearly every week. I see them, male and female, having a celebratory meal with family members after graduation. All straight and tall, spit and polish. I make it a point to thank them for their service. I always ask if they just graduated (even though I know they have) and if it was tough. They always smile and say "Yes sir!". I can see they are proud of their accomplishment.

It is the men like you that turn kids into adults.

My Dad was a DI in the army before WW2. He was also middleweight Golden Gloves champion for the state of HI. Landed Normandy Beach as a tank commander. Tough sumbich. Retired an E9 Master Sergent after 33 years, 9 months.

The OP should read 'With the Old Breed: At Peleliu and Okinawa' since he thinks this DI was being a meany….

Some are totally clueless.

E9 is a Sergeant Major...if he was a Master Sergeant he was an E8

Well, lots of you seemed to have a worse time in basic than I did for sure. It was fun! I was at Ft. Ord in early '64 as a draftee. I luckily scored high enough on the Army Battery of Aptitude Tests to be selected as a "trainee" Sergeant for basic. We went through two weeks of training before the guys in our company arrived. There were two trainee Sergeants and four squad leaders, and we ran the platoon. Our cadre Sergeant was about 5'5" tall and only showed up in the mornings. Otherwise he couldn't have cared less, except if we had some kind of problem and he would take care of it in whatever way we suggested. The other trainee Sergeant & I always supported teamwork and were positive and fair with the guys. On our 20 mile march, a few of the guys pooped out toward the end. The other Sergeant & I had one guy supported between us and another we were each pulling along by the pistol belt. Others in the platoon helped others. At Ft Lewis, I was fortunate enough to be pulled out from the group of 450 in the repo depot and ended up working in a General Staff Section for the rest of my two years. Although life in the service wasn't for me, it wasn't all that bad in my case.

And they ran BACKWARDs at Fort Dix as I am sure they did everywhere else back then.
HS!
All The DI (drill instructers) were back from Nam, all wanted us to succeed.
We had black ones, green ones, and weird named ones.
Never did I witness prejudice.
A 'forest' march was 20 some miles long, had to be done in just a few hours..
That was always a sweet surprise treat in the middle of everything else....
But at 17 nothing slowed me or most of us dwn.
There were very few flunkies as the threat was they got to do it all over again !
Eight weeks of HELL

Lol...yes, backwards watching Joe...and around the formation during PT...all the while calling cadence at a loud shout to be heard by 55 swinging dicks.

And we singing (shouting) about the yellow Bird and Jodie to stay in step.
Our DI (s) were amazing!
Superman.
"I am a dying cockroach Drill Sargent!" (inside joke)

There five things that I wantta ride
Bicycle, Tricycle automobile...your old lady and a Ferris wheel....