Ahh, the joyful times spent on the PT pad. I remember one time I was talking to the guy next to me, also from NYC. We were trying to whisper about the Yankees. Of course we were spotted by the DI. My buddy had to run around the drill pad shouting, “Sir, I am stupid.” I had to jog behind him and chime in, “Sir, me too.”

After Basic, I never did see that guy again.