I was talking with a coworker who sent this to me. I can’t say in honesty if it’s an actual Army policy, but it’s worth a read. As I found out, instead of punishing someone by extra PT or taking weekend passes or whatnot, you have someone sit down and write a 1,000 word essay, detailing what they did wrong and how they can fix it.
For the Teeming Millions, an example of the Army’s Reinforcement By Indorsement.
Tripler
Oh, it’s a hoot. 
That’s what my mother did to me. It started out with smaller essays, because when you’re 8-10 years old, a thousand words is like forever.
Intentionally or not, I now write a thousand words by accident. She may have created a monster…
If that was for real, that guy has all the makings of an MPSIMSer … 
Bahahaha! If that’s real, he’s awesome. If it’s fake, it’s a darn good one.
But I wouldn’t want to be showing something that laden with sarcasm to Sarge.
I have to admit, I got it from what I consider a credible source.
I just find it freakin’ funny. Especially the “Extra words extra words extra words” part.
Tripler
Extra
And the fact that the last “words” is crossed out.
Well, that took a bloody age*, but was well worth it.
Wonderful!
I love this guy!
The poncho sounds useful too: I wonder if one can buy them.
I sort of hope Mr. Drill Sergeant got a revised version though.
btw - Poncho-man’s positively Germanic fondness for capital letters - is this a usual U.S. practice? Just wondering.
*First time I’ve succeeded in getting Acrobat Reader to let me read anything - no idea if it is always that slow, and, well, the CelynComp moves at sort of plate tectonics speed at best of times.
That was hilarious.
Sincere thanks, Tripler
I like his poncho version of “Macho Man” by the Village People.
Man that’s funny. What’s more, it has just the right ring about the overall Seinfeld/Gallagher/ish quality of the BT experience – as in, wondering why you HAVE to have your poncho and canteen on your belt at all times, never mind that you’re indoors and near the water cooler; or how come the BDU jacket has a pen pocket but you may never carry any pens in it, etc.; and the stilted, overformalized explanations in the “smart book” (the pocket guide to the right answer to give, issued to everyone).
But if it were actually delivered to a DS or SDS, this piece of art would provide extraordinary pain to its author…
RBI is one of the many tools available to adjust attitudes. Back in my BT (1985, Ft. McClellan, AL), one of the guys had to provide an extensive RBI in addition to other sanctions due to the tiny mistake of having put his rifle in a “safe place” to prevent jokers and drill sergeants from what today would be called “punking” him (it was common, when the DS would notice you had something not completely secured, for him/her to skilfully filch it and make you sweat over it – they did it to me twice with uniform items)… and then forgetting completely about it. When doing the cleanup of the barracks later on our squad leader nearly voided himself into his boots when besides the usual trash a M16A1 turned up. Surely the crew at the armory ALSO had to do some RBIng about man-by-man positive-ID checkout and turn-in of weapons.
So this is an actual practice? That’s awesome!
Oh, that’s just hilarious! I’ve never even heard of it! In my esteemed tenure of damn near 4 years of service, I’ve never come across it.
I may just have to use this someday.
Tripler
“. . . I wanna be a PONCHO man. . .”
The spot where ALL military peeps are tender is their time off.
So, if somebody needs an adjustment, there’s the place to touch 'em, El Tee Tripler.
Me, I’d have sent Private Laffaminnit right the hell back to his desk, and he’d write a proper RBI 'bout bringing what I told him to bring, whether it made sense to his finely-developed military mind or not. And when he’s been promoted to Napoleon, HE can decide if his common sense is the equal of HIS troops.
But not before. As he watches his mates roll out the gate Friday night for some fun downtown, bet he’ll bring the complete set of Churchill’s memoirs to the top of the base water tower, if I told him to.
But the boy has spirit, I’ll give him that. 
A hijack of my own thread:
[Squawk 7500]
Hey, I found out not too long ago that I’m now Captain (select) Tripler. First round of beer (read: “keg”) is on me.
[/Squawk 7500]
Tripler
Next DopeFest I go to, I’m good for at least a keg.
“Kevorkian parachute . . .one-size-fits all prophilalactic”
:::SCREAMING with laughter:::
I think I hurt something … . … .ow, my ribs heh hee heeh
THAT is pure brilliant. I laughed until I was crying. This guy is a future Dave Barry.
Pure stream of consciousness sarcasm. Some of the finest I’ve ever read.
You, Captain Tripler need to figure out how we can do a Spamferry Assault on this guy without anyone getting into trouble.
He definately is a future doper. With a name like ‘Roadkill’ Phillips
After reading this, I want to be a Poncho Man.
:::bump::::
This deserves a bump.
CONGRATS, sir! Very pleased to see the train tracks on some worthy shoulders.
[Squawk 7700]
And I’ll help ya wit’ floatin’ that keg…if you’ll bring it to MacDaddy Airplane Patch first.
[/Squawk 7700]
BTW, Lt. Lucretia is in San Antonio as of two hours from now. She’ll be there for a month, flies back here on Christmas Eve, then leaves again for two more months on New Year’s Day. (I’ll try not to go entirely to pieces, like some other military spouses. Jayzus.:smack:)
Much obliged Bluesman! And yes, I may be a big boy, but even I need help with a full keg.
Three quarters of it, no problem! I can do that standing on my head. It’s just that last gallon that gets a little long
Tripler
I would expect the aforementioned poncho-losin’ Private had a few in him when he wrote that.