Just a funny story that I thought I would share about myself when I was back in basic in 2001. During an afternoon class sessions my DI asked for a volunteer to get a couple things for him. I did not even really listen to what he wanted but I raised my hand anyway and he picked me! Imagine that! Well, he asked me to get him a box of grid squares and the keys to the parade field. Well, of course I learned that neither of those existed shortly there after. I looked for about twenty minutes, asking anyone I could find and I finally came across and officer that looked friendly so I asked him if he could assist me. He looked at me and said "son, your DI is messin with you". "Grid squares are on a map so you cant get a box of them, its not possible". "Also, the parade field has no gate so there will not be keys to it". Well, I felt so stupid! Needless to say. The officer told me to go back and tell the DI what he said. I returned to my DI and told him what the officer said and my DI just stood there for a minute looked up and said "Good job Gearhart, have a sticker and sit down". I still felt stupid but at least it all ended without anyone getting smoked!

I'm surprised the DI didn't give you some "BA eleven-hundred novembers" (BA1100Ns) for your efforts.

You know TOW, those can come with Sierra Tango Rings (ST Rings), right?

Let's see I got sent to go feed the Gamma Goat. Used to send people out for flightline, slings for the 105, and BFAs for the .45, and up to admin for their ID ten T Cards (ID 10T). Yeah, fun times.

Ha, hadn't heard of some of those. I remember a couple of Gamma Goats sitting at the Motor Pool.

Obvious bump

I remember sending people to admin for their "RAD Package". I can't remember what RAD stood for (I think it was "Admin Release"), but it was the admin discharge they were handing out just after they passed "Don't Ask, Don't Tell".

HA, remembered one more. Go out to supply for your Sierra Tango 1 (ST1). They'd come back with a rock.

Those are good ones,I remember sending for a can of liquid squelch.

YES! I remember liquid squelch, I think it came in a spray as well! And once the Corpsman found that his stretcher was too small for one of our bigger Marines and he ordered me to get a "stretcher stretcher"...I didn't fall for it.

Here's a good one:

Send a young Marine PVT out to the range or FTX site to find the NCOIC or gunny and tell him you need a stack of 0311's (Marine MOS designator for rifleman). Then sit back and LYAO as the gunny wrestles him to the ground and any nearby grunts pile on top of him!

I'v heard the AIRDALES would send a FNG for a bucket of:
PROPWASH...
A SKYHOOK...
MAIL BOUY WATCH..
SNOW WATCH...Count the snowflakes...and write down the serial # in sequence..
B one rd= BIRD
GU eleven= GULL

Ah, yes. In Okinawa, at the outset of typhoon season, FNGs would be out building a sandbag bunker on our roof and standing "Typhoon Watch" in flak and helmet.

The following is from another Navy forum...some parts have been ****ed for content?
BOREDOM CAN MAKE ONE ...IMPROVISE???

Several of us were sitting around with nothing to do in the airframe's shop aboard the Ranger. Several months out on the west pac, there was no one left to send out to borrow an ASH receiver, or bucket of prop wash, so we sat there bored out of our skulls. Being that bored, you find yourself looking for anything you can use to have a little laugh.

Then the phone rang, I happened to be sitting closest to it, so I picked up the receiver and answered it, "Forward Torpedo room, torpedoman smith speaking, may I help you?"

From the other end I heard Lt. Commander Habel, "Sorry wrong number" click

I hung up the phone and everyone, including the Chief looked at me with this strange look on their face, then a few giggles and grins appeared.

The phone rang again within minutes, once gain I answered it, "Forward Torpedo room, torpedoman smith speaking, may I help you?"

This time Lt Cmd Habel stayed on the phone slightly longer, " Sorry, I'm trying to reach the Heavy 7 airframes shop"

"Sorry sir, this is the forward torpedo room" and he hung up agian.

Almost immediately the phone rang again, and I answered it once again, as torpedo man smith, in the forward torpedo room. After a slightly longer conversation with Habel, he told me he was dialing 4435 (or whatever our number was on the ship). I quickly told him that our number was 4453 and asked him if he was sure he didn't dial 4453 accidentally? Agreeing that was probably what he did he hung up again.

By now even the chief is laughing and the phone rings again.

During this conversation He informs me that he was very careful in making sure he dialed the correct number, so I asked very politely if he had ever had problems with reading numbers or been tested for dyslexia. He assured me that wasn't the problem, so I suggested he call the ships phone maintenance people to see if somehow the lines got crossed and all of his airframes shop's phone calls were coming to us?

Several minutes went by before the phone rang again, I answered with my usual spiel about the torpedo room, although this time it was our XO, Commander Storms, "Smithey, *** ****** there is no torpedo room on a carrier, stop ******* with Habel and get some guys up on the flight deck to preflight 611"

Best one I read today.

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Several minutes went by before the phone rang again, I answered with my usual spiel about the torpedo room, although this time it was our XO, Commander Storms, "Smithey, *** ****** there is no torpedo room on a carrier, stop ******* with Habel and get some guys up on the flight deck to preflight 611"

I remember getting a Domino's Pizza hat, t-shirt, and pizza box and waiting until we were two months out to sea before having a guy walk through the entire ship, open the door to the LFOC during a briefing and ask for "Mr So-and-so" (our OIC, and mispronounced the name on purpose). Priceless. And some of the Sailors swore they smelled pizza when the empty boxes were paraded around the ship...

I gotta remember that