
ARMY TRAINING, SIR!!!Did anybody else have a flashback to Bill Murray in "Stripes"?

I didn't know the Navy did it, too. Makes sense. Thanks for the info.Navy veterans have the same gas mask experience. We had to walk around the burner table until everyone had taken off their masks.
and there's always one id10t that refuses to take his/her mask off.Navy veterans have the same gas mask experience. We had to walk around the burner table until everyone had taken off their masks.
Cleaned out my sinus cavity pretty good.I didn't know the Navy did it, too. Makes sense. Thanks for the info.
For our training, we donned our gas masks and went into a little tent cabin through a door at one end. They sent us in there 8 recruits at a time. There was a fuming CS gas canister on a small table in the center and a masked drill sergeant was waiting for us. He pointed to two painted yellow lines on the concrete floor and said, "You 4 guys line up on this sn*t (mucus) line and you 4 guys line up on this p*ke (vomit) line". Then he told us to remove our gas masks and say our name, rank, and home address. It took less than a second to realize why he described the two lines on the floor the way he did. Not fun. It was maybe all of 15 seconds from removing the masks until we were ordered to exit through a door at the other end, but it seemed like a lifetime.
I learned that the gas mask REALLY works. It was the most effective demonstration of anything I've ever had in my life.
I saw mucus and drool flowing out of one of my platoon buddies like water out of a faucet. It was like I was watching a Sci Fi movie.
Speaking of masks....
Oh, yeah. So true. Thanks.Cleaned out my sinus cavity pretty good.I saw mucus and drool flowing out of one of my platoon buddies like water out of a faucet. It was like I was watching a Sci Fi movie.
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My DI made us recite name, rank and serial #. Then, if you got through it without inhaling the gas, he made you do it again, a third time if necessary. Nasty stuff, CS.I didn't know the Navy did it, too. Makes sense. Thanks for the info.
For our training, we donned our gas masks and went into a little tent cabin through a door at one end. They sent us in there 8 recruits at a time. There was a fuming CS gas canister on a small table in the center and a masked drill sergeant was waiting for us. He pointed to two painted yellow lines on the concrete floor and said, "You 4 guys line up on this sn*t (mucus) line and you 4 guys line up on this p*ke (vomit) line". Then he told us to remove our gas masks and say our name, rank, and home address. It took less than a second to realize why he described the two lines on the floor the way he did. Not fun. It was maybe all of 15 seconds from removing the masks until we were ordered to exit through a door at the other end, but it seemed like a lifetime.
I learned that the gas mask REALLY works. It was the most effective demonstration of anything I've ever had in my life.
And recite her name rank and serial number before being allowed to leave the tear gas filled room with tears, snot and slobber running off her face.Paige in a gasmask. Did they pop a can of gas and have her take the mask off??
Probably not, and not needed to hang with the soldiers.

As soon as the gas hit my eyes, I reacted by gasping and sucking in a lung full of "fun" by reflex. That took care of any question of whether I'd inhaled.My DI made us recite name, rank and serial #. Then, if you got through it without inhaling the gas, he made you do it again, a third time if necessary. Nasty stuff, CS.
Paige is so humble, I’m sure she will tell you she is only Buck Private Bueckers.So, is she still Coach P, or is she General Bueckers now?![]()
I remember when I was in the Army in basic training. I had left a pastry from the mess hall in my unlocked footlocker. The entire company had to do pushups while I finished it. Later that night some of the guys put bars of soap in their socks, held me down, and beat me mercilessly. It hurt so bad it made me cry. It kind of messed me up mentally.and there's always one id10t that refuses to take his/her mask off.
Short stubbies, eh? My battery was long skinnies, 175mm.As soon as the gas hit my eyes, I reacted by gasping and sucking in a lung full of "fun" by reflex. That took care of any question of whether I'd inhaled.
FYI, love your crest. I was in an 8" artillery battalion in Germany.
My daughter had to do it in her Air Force basic, too. That was about 15 years ago, but probably still doing it.I didn't know the Navy did it, too. Makes sense. Thanks for the info.
For our training, we donned our gas masks and went into a little tent cabin through a door at one end. They sent us in there 8 recruits at a time. There was a fuming CS gas canister on a small table in the center and a masked drill sergeant was waiting for us. He pointed to two painted yellow lines on the concrete floor and said, "You 4 guys line up on this sn*t (mucus) line and you 4 guys line up on this p*ke (vomit) line". Then he told us to remove our gas masks and say our name, rank, and home address. It took less than a second to realize why he described the two lines on the floor the way he did. Not fun. It was maybe all of 15 seconds from removing the masks until we were ordered to exit through a door at the other end, but it seemed like a lifetime.
I learned that the gas mask REALLY works. It was the most effective demonstration of anything I've ever had in my life.
Thanks for your daughter's service to our country. You must be very proud and rightly so.My daughter had to do it in her Air Force basic, too. That was about 15 years ago, but probably still doing it.
Should have been on your hands and knees anyway to stay below the thermal layer.One of the fun things I remember during Boot Camp was ship board fire fighting training. There where large tanks of water that had oil or jet fuel floating on the surface, which would be lit on fire and we had to learn how to put out the fire. But the best part was a room shaped like a compartment on board ship which was full of smoke. We had to enter the room and walk out the other side. Of course somebody always tripped the group and there we were on our hands and knees in a smoke filled room coughing our lungs out.
