I went through MCRD San Diego in the summer of 1975. There were a lot of funny stories from that time frame. One day the drill instructor told me and another private to hustle over to the chow hall and eat, then get back to serve on fire watch duty while the rest of the platoon left. Like most recruits, I was always hungry, and we were always rushed. I was just about finished with my breakfast when the guy I was with asked if I wanted his powdered donuts! “Sure!” I said, stuffing them into my mouth then hustling to put our tray into the scullery window and head out the door. Before we could leave another D.I. stopped me, I’m sure I obviously looked like a hamster with a mouthful. “Come here private!” (High pitched mumble in reply on my behalf!) “What you got in your mouth son!” “Mmmrr, mmmrrr, rrr!” “You go spit that out lad!” I mumbled and saluted and spit out the rest of it in a trash can. “You go tell your drill instructor what you did, you hear me boy?” “Sir, yes sir!” I shouted and saluted, but in my mind I thought, “Bullshit!” and high-tailed it out of there!
Funny story, Lynn!! Seems like we all have, at one time or another, been caught with a mouthful of donuts. Semper Fi!!! Top Pro
Lynn,
Hilarious story. I love the funny boot camp stories. Reminds me of something similar that happened to me, or a buddy, that is. I was in 2063 at Parris Island summer of 1981. One day at noon chow I took two pieces of what looked like sheet cake at the end of the chow line. Rushing through the meal like we did, I bit into a piece after shoveling in my meal only to find out that it was the most dry cornbread that I had ever tasted. My buddy Jimmie Cornell asked if he could have it and reached over to take it. Just then one of our DIs saw him. Long story short, he was PT’d when we got out in formation for “stealing” a recruits cornbread. Lol.
Donuts on PI?
Never saw a donut while on Parris Island . Dreamed of eating a donut but saw one on the chow line in the mess hall. Oct -Dec 1957 Platoon 283
Never saw one
Remember the “jelly doughnut” from the boot camp scene in Full Metal Jacket?
Plt.1142 August 1969 MCRD San Diego. I was on mess duty and yes they had Cake Do-nuts, not for us recruits but I guess for the DI’s and other higher-ups; they also had these little packets of vanilla ice-cream. I happened upon them and I just could NOT resist. I would kinda sneak into the big cooler, and I would scarf down a do-nut and then rip open this little packet of ice-cream and just squeeze it into my mouth…holy cow this little, short, fat Corporal (a cook) caught me and grabbed me by the throat, “what are you eating MF’er? ….well this big wad of ice-cream was sorta lodged in my throat, and I couldn’t talk my words sounded kinda like a duck quacking…damn, he say’s come on MF’er your going to jail. I almost peed in my pants, he let me go, he didn’t snitch on me. I didn’t get in any trouble!!! There was so much funny stuff….poor Pvt. Yallalay (country bumpkin from Alabama) marked his white skivvy’s on the butt-side, and the DI’s made him Walk not March 2 paces behind the platoon with his skivvy’s pulled over his head, and look out the fly…Hilarious!!! I’ll never forget Yallalay he was at the time about 25 I think, on a four year hitch and couldn’t do any thing right. One night at hygiene inspection , he was standing right across from me, and must have had another bad day, because I looked at him and he looked about 50 years old. Sad, blood-hound looking face. Semper Fi
James, your story is hilarious. I always felt lucky when it WASN’T me (sometimes it WAS) and it was
some other poor bastard. SEMPER FI.66-69, (Nam 68-69)