[Mo_Gearhead]

I don't recall how many weeks 'in' we were at this point, but we had been practicing 'close order drill' (marching in formation for you civilians) for some time and this particular day some of them just couldn't remember shyt!

The D.I. was pissed!

So back in front of the huts he looks at his watch and says 'You girls have 90 seconds to bring me your toothbrush ...GO!" Entire platoon races into huts, unlock footlockers, find toothbrush, re-lock and return. Of course 80-90 percent make it, but ..."NO girls! EVERYONE must be back in time."

"Now You have 90 seconds to bring me your rifle...GO!"

Now you must understand that everytime we left the huts, all gear was secured, footlockers locked, beds made, rifles locked to beds, in other words ...neat, clean
and secured!

Rifles ...Didn't happen in time either. Nor did any of the rest ...as in:
Pair of skivvies (underwear).
Shoe polish.
Stencil kit.
Socks.
Etc.

At this point some (brainiacs) were trying to out-think the D.I. so they were NOT locking their footlockers (combination locks) anymore.

Finally, he asked for a bed sheet! We ran into the huts, ripped back the blankets pulled a sheet off and ran back to formation. (We were now down to 45 seconds or some unreal period ...and too late, of course).

So now we are an entire platoon, standing in the streets at attention, holding a sheet (like the kid in that cartoon, with his security blanket).

The D.I. walks calmly into each hut, one by one, and we hear noises. Things being thrown, dumped ...(gasp!) he has discovered the unlocked footlockers!

After a few minutes he exits the last one, walks calmly back to the formation of me and my fellow 'sheet holders' and says, "You have 30 minutes to get those barracks squared away for chow! GO!"

As we entered the huts they looked like a hurrricane had passed through them.
Every bed was now devoid of all sheets, every pillow stripped of its case, every 'unlocked' footlocker was now emptied and strewn all over the floor.

Ahhhhhh ...memories!