Try to top the story in this category. Our ultra-record breaking 3rdBn recruit platoon at PISC was feverishly preparing for their final drill inspection and drill competition. We were determined to win! The cleaning of M-14s had been going on for several days. As their lone DI at the time, I had labored for hours performing a very detailed inspection of their rifles. We were all very tired. A bright light bulb hung from the ceiling. Several canteen cups filled with a very potent – and dangerous- witch’s brew of Gunk and several other metal cleaning solutions I had purchased, were sitting on the table. Among them was my now empty canteen cup. The “house mouse” brought me more welcomed coffee. Without looking, I picked up a cup and quickly swallowed a swig. Shockingly, I had picked up the wrong cup and swallowed some of the cleaning concoction. I tried to cough it up without success. I was so intent on helping the recruits I made the possibly fatal mistake of continuing. I was the only DI present. Suddenly, I began to get dizzy. When I read some of the dangers from swallowing the cleaners I knew I was in big trouble. I immediately went to sickbay. Within minutes the doctor shoved a thick rubber hose through my nose into my stomach. It was horrible because I have a deviated septum. X-rays were taken. Soon, caustic fluids began to fill a pan. The fumes were sickening. I was told I would be monitored for several days as the danger was high. I quickly left and returned to our platoon. Months later, I read a copy of the doctor’s report. The way it was written made it sound like I had tried to take my life. When no one was looking, I tore the sheet out of my record. Yes, our champion platoon did outstanding! They had won every award possible; thereby setting a new record at Parris Island. Us DIs were very proud of our new Marines!