Non-combat story question....What was the funniest thing that ever happened to you while in the military?

Question

My funniest thing was this:
While serving at Fort Hood in 1986, we had just been issued brand new Humvees and were anxious to see if they lived up to everything that we had ever heard about them. Myself, my squad leader, my buddy and his squad leader were out on the range driving off-road when we decided to cross the river.
At this particular crossing there was a patch of built up concrete that the engineers had placed during the dry season, by staying on this you could easily cross with the water only making it half way up your tires. The problem begins when you go off the concrete and completely submerge your two week old Humvee.
Picture four men standing on the roof of a Humvee as the river flows gently by us.
Luckily, or so we thought another truck equiped with towing winches comes by before anyone sees us, unfortunately these guys were so high that we had to dive in the water, swim across, and operate their truck while they took a nap under a tree.

Answer 1

While serving at Fort Hood in 1986, me a couple buddies were driving around stoned out of our minds and came across three dudes who gat a new humvee stuck in a river, we let them use our truck to winch it while we slept under a tree... wonder if this was the same incedent.

Answer 2

My friend Paul, passed on now, often told a Christmas story from the second world war. The war was almost over on several fronts and his company had all requested that pancake mix be sent from home so they could have a nice Christmas breakfast while still out on a field operation.

They could see and hear the Germans on the next hill and the valley between; not a shot had been fired by either side for over a week. At times they were very close, but no one made a move to start up the shooting.



They had everything ready two days before Christmas, The mix, pan clean and ready, it was going to be a nice breakfast.



Then the Germans moved across the valley, no one fired a shot. But they did now have control of another small hill, the one where the kitchen was set up.



Christmas and the smell of a wonderful pancake meal was enjoyed by the American troops. The Germans had a real good Christmas, with a nice breakfast supplied by Americans.



A few days later they surrendered to us; they did thank us for the fine Christmas meal. "I'll always remember the wonderful smell of that Christmas breakfast."



Note:I give it to Brad too!

Answer 3

LOL@Brad!



Back in 1991, I arrived to my first duty station (Ft Eustis, VA) one day prior to my scheduled reporting date.



After completing a lengthy inprocessing, I was anxious to settle in. I carried my belongings up to the second floor to begin unpacking.

I was weary from travel, and eager for a long hot shower. Donned in my robe and shower shoes, essentials in hand, I aimlessly walk down the hallway searching the facility. Some 6 doors down the hall, on the right, I come to what appeared to be a bathroom door. A quick and cautious peek confirmed I'd found it. "Oh good" I thought... "the bathroom's not too far from my room."

I could hear the shower was running around the corner in the adjacent room. Typical Army style, open bay - no curtains or barriers. Unbeknownst to me, I entered the men's bathroom. After we shared a lengthy but bewildered stare at each other, (10 seconds, mouths gaping, utter disbelief) it becomes obvious that he is as shocked as I am. As quickly and as calmly as I possibly could, I picked up my essentials and swiftly made way to the exit.

By now, the hallway, which only moments ago was quiet and seemingly deserted, was bustling with several people - my fellow commrades, whom I would be living and working closely with. In every attempt to maintain the ounce of remaining dignity, I clutched my robe tightly and passed through the hall with my head held high. Strangely, the distance back to my room seemed much longer.



Upon approach, for the first couple of weeks, everyone met me by acknowledging, "hey...aren't you the one....?"

Answer 4

I was just a young lad in 1972, (Canadian Forces) serving a six month tour of duty in Alert NWT (about 500 km from the North Pole) As a youngster, first arriving I got stuck doing "General Duties". At that time, flush toilets were just being installed and many of the living quarters (shacks as we called them) still had large barrels underneath for human waste. Obviously these barrels had to be changed on a regular basis. This was long before we became as environmentally consciouse as we are today and the practice was to drag the barrels out from the shacks (there was an outside access door) nail a lid onto it, put it on a front end loader and ultimately roll it down a hill into the ocean. I was there in wintertime and mostly the buckets were frozen when we took them away(a good thing too). Every once in awhile though, we'd get a "steamer", you can guess at what that meant. One day we took a steamer, nailed the lid on, and rolled it down the hill as usual. This particular day one of the dozen or so huskies on the station decided he was going to chase the bucket down the hill. Unfortunately for the Husky(his name was Boots) when the bucket got to the bottom of the hill the lid popped off. Boots, the inquisitive guy that he was, entered the bucket to have a look around. He didn't much like what he discovered, backed out of the bucket and ran back up the hill with about six feet of toilet paper hanging out of his mouth. My boss that day was a guy named "Fast Eddie". Fast Eddie had had a few beers the night before and wasn't feeling to chirpy this day. Boots must have liked Fast Eddie because when he got to the top of the hill he took a running jump, hitting Eddie in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Thirty-five years later, I can still see it like it was yesterday, Boots, paws and toilet paper firmly on Eddie's chest, Eddie firmly flat on his back, screaming at the top of his lungs, and the rest of us unable to help as we were incapable of anything but sheer hysteria.



That's my story. (True as the day I was born)