Basic Training Story #4544
Categories: ASMDSS, Basic Training Story
It was late October 2016 during our FTX at Fort Benning. We were just about to leave the FOB and head to our Patrol Base when I felt my stomach getting all jacked up. I told the drill sergeant I probably wasn’t going to make it to the PB but he assured me i wouldn’t dump my pants.
About 15 minutes into the ruck I knew it was time to make the game time decision of sh*tting in my pants or scooting a couple feet off the trail and releasing my bowels on the ground. I chose the latter.
I jump out of the file and tell my battle buddy to give me a second, drop my ruck, drop my trousers and start to unleash. After the first spurt came out I saw the point man begin to circle around bringing the rest of the file with him. I instantly knew how horrible this timing was… They were setting up the ORP.
Before I knew it i was smack dab in the middle of the ORP with half my platoon looking at poop coming out of me and the other half looking at me squatting with a deer in the head light look. We ended up having to move to a new ORP and a few days later my drill sergeant told me a story of him sh*tting in an MRE bag in the back of a humvee in Iraq.
At least the boys had night vision to see the whole show
In Afghanistan we were the only Infantry on our FOB… My squad was tasked pulling security so some POGs could finish opening a new fob …. Once it was open we all moved in to the new fob….. The was nothing there but four hesco walls later that evening I started to not feel so good I ended up throwing up and at the sametime having the runs coming out my ass into an empty mre pouch it was hell trying to throw up and hit that mre bag at the same time…. Good Lord I sure miss being deployed….. AATW