“Recruit Smith, we’re processing you for discharge. Report to exit processing in building 212C immediately.”
“But why, Sargent? I ain’t done nothing!”
“We already have enough (blank) in this man’s army. You’re one too many.”
Fill in the blank as necessary.
When I went through boot camp, only 60% of our company passed recruit training. The reasons were varied:
One guy was hated so badly by the others that he kept being attacked. He was a total jerk, who couldn’t adapt to living with others. He was basically sent home for his own protection.
Three guys went over the wire, heading to the airport (boot camp in San Diego was directly under the airport). Two made it, and were brought back the next day by MP’s. They both continued with training, and would have passed except for their involvement in ‘giggle night’ (more on that in a minute). The other guy got caught by the Marines – the field between us an the airport was the Marines boot camp. He came back in 2 weeks, but he wouldn’t stop crying and they sent him home.
One guy wouldn’t stop masturbating, and someone from the outside kept sending him porn, more and more cleverly secreted in packaging. He wasn’t just masturbating, he was flagrant about it – and when confronted would blatantly say “hang on, I’m almost done.” He left too, I’m not sure whether to home or psych.
Another one refused to shoot during rifle training, eventually convincing them he was a conscientious objector and leaving that way. He’d joined the Navy so he wouldn’t have to shoot anyone, but he’d been classified as a Fire Control technician. He thought that meant Fireman, until he got to boot camp.
Several guys left for medical reasons, sleepwalking, peeing the bed, and a few injuries. One guy got blisters so bad from walking that I don’t think he ever marched with us, but he graduated anyway, somehow.
One guy got caught stealing, and when they searched his ‘B’ drawer (the only locked personal space one could have) they also found a big bag of pot. Drug and other criminal cases, they locked you up, then discharged you after your sentence.
One of the guys bought 200 hits of acid off of a cook in the mess hall, resulting in ‘giggle night’, when a few dozen guys were tripping their asses off, and couldn’t sleep. Very weird night. They all got rounded up just before graduation and sent off somewhere.