"The best part of you, ran down your father's leg." "If brains were gunpowder you wouldn't have enough blow your nose." "It is always easier to see what you're doing, when you don't have your head up your azz."
Ah....the Ft. Benning Classic's (most of them, the last one was 2AD):
"Come here.....you!"
"You have 5 min to get off this bus and 4 of them are gone!"
"Why do you keep bee-bopping like your back on the block?"
"I KNOW YOUR NOT TALKING IN MY CHOW LINE!"
"Front leaning rest position MOVE, In Cadenence......WHO TOLD YOU TO MOVE!"
"Ahhh, you assumed......what happens when you assume?"
"Ahhhh, you thought......who told you to think?"
"There isn't any hovering helo above the treeline, quit shooting above my treeline."
"Thats a nice shot group, this time shoot at the target in your lane directly in front of you."
"What do you say when I clear your weapon?.... and there better be a B-R in front of Brass, this time."
"Breath control does not mean we are on a date."
"I told all of you in the briefing when we first came on the Call For Fire range NOT to request Nuclear......who was it here that requested Nuclear?......your not authorized to request Nuclear. I'm not telling you again."
I'll remember it till I die, but I need to fill in the background.
Place: Ft. Hunter Liggett California. Year: 1985-1986. Time: Early Morning.
We had been practicing for a Brigade live fire demostration with VIP's from every place that was a place. It was going to last hours with everything you could imagine being fired in a mock multi battalion attack. It was the morning of the actual event. It was summer and had been in the 90's everyday but we were enjoying a cool and quite morning as we readied for the day's pain. They were giving us a hot chow for breakfast so we'd be in 'high-spirits'. Men were slowly working thru the chow line when the voice of our 1SGT wafted 'gently' across the peaceful scene. "DON'T SPREAD THE PEANUT BUTTER. JUST SLAP IT ON AND MOVE OUT. SPREAD IT WHEN YOU GET BACK TO YOUR POSITION."
Seems Top didn't like his chow line bunching up at the condiment station.