God I love these. I know a lot of military guys hate these when new privates or airmen or whatever they are get back and like to talk all about it. But I remember it as one of the best times in my life in hindsight. I'll post more later, I didn't want to post it in the GTFIH thread cuz it's kind of a separate topic. I'll post more stories later when I get the chance. It's hard to do it in text I know these are best served around a bottle of beer and a campfire. My big one is. So Privates (New Army personnel) sit on one side of the cafeteria and Drill Sergeants sit on the other with each other. One day my company dares me to go sit with them. (If you have seen full metal jacket, just imagine going and sitting down with drill instructor Hartman while he is having breakfast while your supposed to be doing your own thing.) So I pick up my tray and I go over and sit right the fuck in front of my senior drill sergeant in between two of his others. He just looks up at me, lowers his glasses. It's enough for me to get a shit eating grin on my face and start to get up to scurry back to the private side of the cafeteria. He's like. "Oh no, private. Sit back down." "Would you like some chocolate milk?" So all my drill sergeants start waiting on me hand and foot. Making me eat a shitloads. So. I'll leave it to others to relate what the term getting smoked is. After breakfast I missed training for that whole day. I don't think I've ever puked that much in my entire life. Edit: This was Infantry IBCT at Ft. Benning Ga. So you know they went hard. Heh.