Went to MOSUT at Sill-Basic with 2nd plt B Btry 7th Trng Bn AUG-OCT 86'- Senior Drill Seargent Althiers(he was always sporting those those 70's style mirrored motorcycle cop shades) SFC Patterson & SSG McDonald got hauled away by the MPs about 1 week in to our cycle, supposedly for chasing a crute' off the roof the cycle prior. SSG Peronto was my DI. I went thru with Darling & Drake. I don't recall too much of that. I remember that our cycle started about a week late because the Reception station never called the 7th Trng Bn to tell them we needed picked up (cattle cars!) And we didn't to the COC or SPOTS range 'cause a bunch of tornadoes touched down the day we went, & because of the delay we had earlier, we didn't have time to make it up.

AIT- all I recall is SFC Lanier, the psycho drill who did a surprise health & welfare about 10pm on a Friday night. He found a bag of M&Ms in someone's locker. This was in November 86', and he opened all of the windows, turned off the heat, & made us lay on the floor for 6 hours in our underwear. That was no fun. Also, there was a Drill with a mustache & wore wayfarers who used to make troops come down & play D&D or chess with him when he was on CQ. He would call up on the intercom & demand someone to come play. If no one went, or if we sent a dumbass, he would come upstairs & smoke us. And there was one more drill I recall. i don't remember his name either, but everyoner called hm Batman. All the other Drills made fun of him brehind his back, but in front of the formation, so you want to bust a gut but you are trying not to. Fucker wrote me up for smoking 30 seconds before smoking time (8am) & pulled my smoking priveledges.

I remember Lanier!! I'll bet you and I were in the same bay for AIT. I got out of AIT in Nov '86... and you're right he was PSYCHO! I had the bunk right next to the Drill's office and that ass would come out and mess with me directly. I know I wasn't THAT ate up!! LOL! I was so happy to get out of that pit. Hell, I had it better in Basic over at the Hollywood barracks (5th Tng Bn.)
Tony

I was there as well B7 i cannot remember which platoon but i do remember we had drill sgt torres. a little mexican guy he was a trip. I remember the incident with mcdonald and patterson, pretty funny eh? Peronto was cool as well. Do you guys remember cpl bright the battery armorer? He was later assigned to my unit in germany the 69th usafad. Warhead Det attached to the 50th missile regt.(Brits) anyways he told us how Dril sgt torres had a fondness for Nyquil cold medicine, (i had mentioned how at one time when he was shouting at me how he reaked of cough medicine) anyways the guy apparently drank the stuff all the time.

I went thru with jeff hayes, danny ashdon, morris Ragaza, Gorgee Acosta Acevedo and a bunch others.

I remember Lanier as well and how we did a shitload of extra grass drills on a cold november morning because some fatass complained about something, i cannot remember the specifics.

Good times though

I remember the deal with the grass drills. Senior Drill SFC Jones was conducting pt that morning, and he usually ran the hell out of us & them grass drilled us just for shits & giggles. This day though, we only did about 5 miles. I remember that it was one of the classes' last day. So after the run, he pulls us over & sets the formation & starts the cool down. He never ever did that. But then that fat bastard said "Fuck this shit." From there it was a classic case of "Who said that? Who the fuck said that!"So Jones smoked the hell out of us till breakfast was almost over, then ran our asses thru the chow line & sent us up to clean the barracks, with more grass drills to come if no one "fessed up to who said it.

Some little black guy went and told Jones who said it , and word got back to the fat-ass. He came storming up to our barracks and in to the latrine before Jones got ahold of him. He came in the latrine while we were all in there doing clean up, and sez, "Where is that little fuck that ratted me out cause I'm gonna kick his ass!" What a stupid fuck! Here he is surrounded by a bunch of pissed off dudes that he just caused 2 hrs of grass drills with more to come. So basically everyone jumped him and beat the hell out of him. He took off with a bloody nose, all cryin' & shit. About 1/2 hr later SFC Jones came up to our floor.

He said, "I don't normally condone fighting in my barracks, gentleman, but this time I liked the results. Dont be doin it no more or it's all your asses." He left and we looked down on the drill pad & he was down there smokin the living shit out of old fat-ass.

to: Tree -not Ruchee
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your description of the drill instructors is great....makes me really laugh....... especially about the 'psycho drill' !!!!! :) :)

i remember Jones in my stint october-november '87

all of this page is funny/great!!!!!