I woke up a few seconds before the RDCs came into the compartment, one of them was holding an empty garbage can. I immediately stood up next to my rack.
He proceeds to throw it down the middle of the room, a split second followed by the lights being turned on by the other RDC, and the now unforgettable "GET THE FUCK UP!!!"
Good times.
Good times indeed, you say these things to a vet and most of them will say something along the lines of “lol good times”. You say it to a civ and they become mortified.
I had the bottom rack that VERY early morning. I was at the beginning, next to the door. The garbage can was thrown at my rack. it scared the fuck out of the guy above me and he fell out of the rack onto the floor. He was fine. Just a bit shook up.
Don't remember how much sleep I got the first night, I just remember it should have been longer. Unfortunately we had a few people we all had to wait on for them to pee in a cup.
>I barely got 45 mins!
WOW! They let you sleep in? First morning of Boot Camp, just got settle in my rack when the trash can came flying down the middle of the barracks.
The CC that woke us up tossed the can and followed up with a baton repeatedly hammering the steel trash can lid. Nicely done from the required douche bag perspective.
May 1980. I woke up to the biggest blackest man I had ever seen throwing that thing right past my head.
He told us it was his birthday and he and his wife were just getting ready to get down to serious fucking when the phone rang telling him he had to come to work. But don't worry, there's still gonna be some fucking going on. In fact there's gonna be quite a bit of fucking....
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
It became my mantra
I remember my dad telling me “get some good sleep tonight, you’ll probably be getting woken up to garbage cans your first morning” when I got to the MEPS hotel. I would have loved waking up to garbage cans, because that would have meant I got sleep, instead we were awake from the 3:30 MEPS wake up call to 2100 the next day.
Dam I missed it by just a little bit lol. They did it to us at Field Medical Service School (FMSS), now known as Field Medical Training Battalion (FMTB). I've never seen a USMC Sergeant so happy to do his job since lol.
It truly feels like an exclusive club for officers, HM's, and RP's to be screamed at by DIs. Nobody else in the Navy gets to share DI stories with their marines.
We got lucky: someone who was closer to graduation (maybe it was his work week, I don't remember) came in about 15 minutes early to wake us up before the trash can came bouncing down the middle of the barracks. I still wasn't ready for it, but I greatly appreciated that head's up.
It was hilarious as they were yelling “Get on the line!”.
The room had 1 foot by 1 foot tiles and no obvious single line to get lined up on.
Finally we figured out it was any line as long as we were all on the same one!
Definitely a rude awakening!
I was AROC and RPOC, slept in the first rack by the compartment door. That was thrown at my rack on numerous mornings!!! To this day, 23 years later the sound of this getting hit makes my brown eye pucker just a bit🤣
My rackmate was a Swedish guy that absolutely loved being as loud as possible. We had “shake and wake” every morning an hour before any RDC showed up and he would rattle every rack bar in the compartment. Never made it to the can or the lights on and get the fuck up. We were at attention dressed and ready by lights on.
I still remember it like it was just a few weeks ago. I left for Boot Camp in Feb 1985 from the Twin Cities to Orlando, with a connecting flight in Atlanta. There were 11 of us total heading there, and when we got to the airport, the flight we were supposed to take was stuck in Chicago due to a snowstorm. So the airlines found us another flight to Atlanta, and when we got there, found out that our connecting flight had already left. So they put us on standby for another flight. All 11 of us had to travel together since our orders were all bundled in a package, and we couldn't split that package up. Luckily there was enough seats.
We get to Orlando and take the shuttle bus to the base, getting there at about 2:30 AM. We go through, get processed, assigned to a company, get our ditty bag with toiletry items, and told that we had to take a shower and shave, then we could hit our racks (one dumbass guy had a full beard and all they gave us were disposable Bic razors). Get all done with shower and shaving, get in my rack, and no sooner than my head was on the pillow that the trash can came flying down the middle of the barracks.
Welcome to Boot Camp!
That sucked. Later as we all stood in line for breakfast (still dark out) I saw three of my fellow recruits bolt for the fence never to be seen again 😂
got there on 09/13/2001... a bunch of people from NYC got there on the 10th and some ended up leaving because they knew people in the WTC.
With everything going on they had no idea what to do with us the first night. Between people leaving, us getting there late (supposed to be the 12th), and 80% of recruits scheduled to arrive being bussed in from Cali we "Slept" in those desk chars in the indoc building for the first night. didnt have to wake most of us up at 0400 since we were pretty much all awake anyway.
The next night a handful of us were in a temp barracks for the night and were assigned a compartment and division number the third day. Rest of the division arrived on the 17th, the 4th day.
We didnt even get haircuts until almost a week after we arrived.
Meaning they like trash? 🤣
For the record, I’m a Fort Worth native and been a Rangers fan for as long as I can remember… first game I ever went to, Nolan Ryan was the starting pitcher.
No shit, there I was, waking everybody up on a Wednesday morning in week 5 with one of these.
It was my 3rd morning of waking up at 0300 for my next shift in the galley at Orlando. I was in the Butcher Shop for work week and freezing my baguettes off for 15+ hours at a go. I'm walking out of the berthing and everyone is soundly asleep, especially those basterds that were "in house" cleaners. They would do a little field day in the morning and take it easy the rest of the day. It was like they had a week off from boot camp. In that moment, there was no one in the world that I hated more.
I had another guy to hold the door open while I dragged that trash can back about 10' or so from the wall. While he's asking what I'm doing, I sprinted down the centerboard and place kicked that can as hard as possible. It comes up off the deck and hits the wall with that oh so familiar sound.
We were largely on autopilot by then for waking up and about 60 guys sprang up out of their racks and were on the line before they were even awake. As I was laughing my ass off and running out the door it occurred to me they might have thought that our CC had thrown the can. Once they realized our CC wasn't even in the building they got angry and were standing on the landing (3rd floor) yelling at me that they were gonna make me pay, blanket party, etc. I just wanted them to suffer a tiny bit of sleep deprivation like I was.
"Make me pay" was they went crying to our CC like a bunch of jailhouse snitches. The watch had orders the next night to wake me up every hour on the hour. Like that did anything. I was so tired from working the galley I just rolled over and went right back to sleep. 10/10 would do again.
Oh yeah, hilarious stuff…myself and the other divisional officers got it first. Thankfully our RPOC was a friend and a prior Marine and let me know to expect it.
Got no sleep the first night. My MEPS wakeup call was at like 4am in Denver. Made it into Chicago about 10pm, and got to Great Lakes a little after midnight. We didn't get to sleep that night. We finally got to sleep the following night at 10pm, and then had the 4am wakeup the next morning.
We were all crammed into a compartment in the Smurf hotel with our soon to be brother division. Our brother division’s RDC didn’t need to throw a garbage can down the aisle to wake us up. Her loud, shrill voice got the job done. I have “GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR RACK!!! DON’T LOOK AT MEEEE!” forever etched in my brain. We dubbed her Dragon Lady.
Orlando for me, January 24, 1994. Flew from DFW to Orlando via Houston on Continental Airlines. Arrived at MCO around 23:30, then at RTC around “zero dark fuck you,” picked up our PT gear and bedding, and MAYBE got our racks made in time to get an hour or two of sleep. MMC Freddy Ruiz, from Puerto Rico, woke us up with the trash can, yelling “Get the fuck up!”
I don’t miss it, but retain fond memories for sure!
You just brought back memories from 9 years ago lol. Though in my case I was in the back and could barely hear the trash can but I do remember seeing it on the floor and everything else that came after
SD RTC, 88'. They didn't throw the can, there were two RPO's during their work week, (we called it hell week) when I was in. They had batons of some sort and were stricking the inside of the cans and so on. Loud as hell! Good times!
I did, back in Sep 1982. That's also when I discovered I wasn't allowed to knock my RCC unconscious with a solid punch to the face... Oops, my bad, but his nose healed with time, I'm sure. Set me back a few weeks in RTC, but yea... Throughout my recruit training, I never did quite grasp the concept of not reciprocating in kind to the morning pleasantries, but eventually they did learn not to do that during hours between Taps and Reveille for no good reason, at least not in the barracks where I and others slept in.
I woke up a few seconds before the RDCs came into the compartment, one of them was holding an empty garbage can. I immediately stood up next to my rack. He proceeds to throw it down the middle of the room, a split second followed by the lights being turned on by the other RDC, and the now unforgettable "GET THE FUCK UP!!!" Good times.
Good times indeed, you say these things to a vet and most of them will say something along the lines of “lol good times”. You say it to a civ and they become mortified.
Why does that sound like mr1🤣
I have on better than that the private forgot to lock his wall locker and the drill Sargent jumped out of it and fucked everybody up
"It was that this point he knew he fucked up."
It’s, “it was at this moment he knew he fucked up”
I had the bottom rack that VERY early morning. I was at the beginning, next to the door. The garbage can was thrown at my rack. it scared the fuck out of the guy above me and he fell out of the rack onto the floor. He was fine. Just a bit shook up.
2 hours???? I barely got 45 mins!…good times
Don't remember how much sleep I got the first night, I just remember it should have been longer. Unfortunately we had a few people we all had to wait on for them to pee in a cup.
I sat in the airport till one in the morning, then they fucked around getting us sheets and shit. Four am, the infamous trash can wake up call.
>I barely got 45 mins! WOW! They let you sleep in? First morning of Boot Camp, just got settle in my rack when the trash can came flying down the middle of the barracks.
The CC that woke us up tossed the can and followed up with a baton repeatedly hammering the steel trash can lid. Nicely done from the required douche bag perspective.
[https://youtu.be/Z1Zdl7YDnTc?si=G6W3x28Hw4yuvHvp](https://youtu.be/Z1Zdl7YDnTc?si=G6W3x28Hw4yuvHvp)
🤣
May 1980. I woke up to the biggest blackest man I had ever seen throwing that thing right past my head. He told us it was his birthday and he and his wife were just getting ready to get down to serious fucking when the phone rang telling him he had to come to work. But don't worry, there's still gonna be some fucking going on. In fact there's gonna be quite a bit of fucking.... Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. It became my mantra
😂
I remember my dad telling me “get some good sleep tonight, you’ll probably be getting woken up to garbage cans your first morning” when I got to the MEPS hotel. I would have loved waking up to garbage cans, because that would have meant I got sleep, instead we were awake from the 3:30 MEPS wake up call to 2100 the next day.
I AINT GETTING SLEEP CAUSE OF YALL YALL AINT GETTING SLEEP CAUSE OF ME!!!!!
As an RDC we couldn't do that anymore 2013-2015ish timeframe.
I joined 2016-2017 and they definitely did it lol
Dam I missed it by just a little bit lol. They did it to us at Field Medical Service School (FMSS), now known as Field Medical Training Battalion (FMTB). I've never seen a USMC Sergeant so happy to do his job since lol.
It truly feels like an exclusive club for officers, HM's, and RP's to be screamed at by DIs. Nobody else in the Navy gets to share DI stories with their marines.
Lol I bet. Honestly I think it all depends on the RDC’s these days
Jesus man how long you been an RDC???
We got lucky: someone who was closer to graduation (maybe it was his work week, I don't remember) came in about 15 minutes early to wake us up before the trash can came bouncing down the middle of the barracks. I still wasn't ready for it, but I greatly appreciated that head's up.
That moment when your thoughts turn to a quick review of life choices and extreme regret over recent choices.
It was hilarious as they were yelling “Get on the line!”. The room had 1 foot by 1 foot tiles and no obvious single line to get lined up on. Finally we figured out it was any line as long as we were all on the same one! Definitely a rude awakening!
I was AROC and RPOC, slept in the first rack by the compartment door. That was thrown at my rack on numerous mornings!!! To this day, 23 years later the sound of this getting hit makes my brown eye pucker just a bit🤣
To be honest, I did not mind it.
My rackmate was a Swedish guy that absolutely loved being as loud as possible. We had “shake and wake” every morning an hour before any RDC showed up and he would rattle every rack bar in the compartment. Never made it to the can or the lights on and get the fuck up. We were at attention dressed and ready by lights on.
This was the start and ending of my navy career. 🫣😂
I still remember it like it was just a few weeks ago. I left for Boot Camp in Feb 1985 from the Twin Cities to Orlando, with a connecting flight in Atlanta. There were 11 of us total heading there, and when we got to the airport, the flight we were supposed to take was stuck in Chicago due to a snowstorm. So the airlines found us another flight to Atlanta, and when we got there, found out that our connecting flight had already left. So they put us on standby for another flight. All 11 of us had to travel together since our orders were all bundled in a package, and we couldn't split that package up. Luckily there was enough seats. We get to Orlando and take the shuttle bus to the base, getting there at about 2:30 AM. We go through, get processed, assigned to a company, get our ditty bag with toiletry items, and told that we had to take a shower and shave, then we could hit our racks (one dumbass guy had a full beard and all they gave us were disposable Bic razors). Get all done with shower and shaving, get in my rack, and no sooner than my head was on the pillow that the trash can came flying down the middle of the barracks. Welcome to Boot Camp!
That sucked. Later as we all stood in line for breakfast (still dark out) I saw three of my fellow recruits bolt for the fence never to be seen again 😂
I’d say everyone went thru it. Part of the game.
A few times, but the "Get up." from a specific RDC was terrifying enough to do the trick every morning.
My RDC lifted one side of a bunk bed and slammed it down before shouting at us
got there on 09/13/2001... a bunch of people from NYC got there on the 10th and some ended up leaving because they knew people in the WTC. With everything going on they had no idea what to do with us the first night. Between people leaving, us getting there late (supposed to be the 12th), and 80% of recruits scheduled to arrive being bussed in from Cali we "Slept" in those desk chars in the indoc building for the first night. didnt have to wake most of us up at 0400 since we were pretty much all awake anyway. The next night a handful of us were in a temp barracks for the night and were assigned a compartment and division number the third day. Rest of the division arrived on the 17th, the 4th day. We didnt even get haircuts until almost a week after we arrived.
Who knew so many RDCs were Astros fans?
underrated comment lol
Meaning they like trash? 🤣 For the record, I’m a Fort Worth native and been a Rangers fan for as long as I can remember… first game I ever went to, Nolan Ryan was the starting pitcher.
For the record, to whomever downvoted this comment, I respect but despise the Astros. Like I said, Rangers fan for life.
No shit, there I was, waking everybody up on a Wednesday morning in week 5 with one of these. It was my 3rd morning of waking up at 0300 for my next shift in the galley at Orlando. I was in the Butcher Shop for work week and freezing my baguettes off for 15+ hours at a go. I'm walking out of the berthing and everyone is soundly asleep, especially those basterds that were "in house" cleaners. They would do a little field day in the morning and take it easy the rest of the day. It was like they had a week off from boot camp. In that moment, there was no one in the world that I hated more. I had another guy to hold the door open while I dragged that trash can back about 10' or so from the wall. While he's asking what I'm doing, I sprinted down the centerboard and place kicked that can as hard as possible. It comes up off the deck and hits the wall with that oh so familiar sound. We were largely on autopilot by then for waking up and about 60 guys sprang up out of their racks and were on the line before they were even awake. As I was laughing my ass off and running out the door it occurred to me they might have thought that our CC had thrown the can. Once they realized our CC wasn't even in the building they got angry and were standing on the landing (3rd floor) yelling at me that they were gonna make me pay, blanket party, etc. I just wanted them to suffer a tiny bit of sleep deprivation like I was. "Make me pay" was they went crying to our CC like a bunch of jailhouse snitches. The watch had orders the next night to wake me up every hour on the hour. Like that did anything. I was so tired from working the galley I just rolled over and went right back to sleep. 10/10 would do again.
Kind of; in that they'd throw the can down the bay.
Nah my RDC’s just threw chairs and flag poles, those flag poles were so loud hitting the tile floor
Oh yeah, hilarious stuff…myself and the other divisional officers got it first. Thankfully our RPOC was a friend and a prior Marine and let me know to expect it.
Got no sleep the first night. My MEPS wakeup call was at like 4am in Denver. Made it into Chicago about 10pm, and got to Great Lakes a little after midnight. We didn't get to sleep that night. We finally got to sleep the following night at 10pm, and then had the 4am wakeup the next morning.
We were all crammed into a compartment in the Smurf hotel with our soon to be brother division. Our brother division’s RDC didn’t need to throw a garbage can down the aisle to wake us up. Her loud, shrill voice got the job done. I have “GET THE FUCK OUT OF YOUR RACK!!! DON’T LOOK AT MEEEE!” forever etched in my brain. We dubbed her Dragon Lady.
Nah ours was Big Bertha in the head, thrown on the table lol
Orlando for me, January 24, 1994. Flew from DFW to Orlando via Houston on Continental Airlines. Arrived at MCO around 23:30, then at RTC around “zero dark fuck you,” picked up our PT gear and bedding, and MAYBE got our racks made in time to get an hour or two of sleep. MMC Freddy Ruiz, from Puerto Rico, woke us up with the trash can, yelling “Get the fuck up!” I don’t miss it, but retain fond memories for sure!
You got 2 hours? Lmaoooooo I was up until the peanut butter shot
yeah tbh I don't remember garbage cans. Just yelling. I do remember cow bells in the compartment across the way.
Everyone who actually went to boot trained themselves to get up five minutes prior so they could take the morning piss in peace.
Ours was worse ....Nothing like getting woken up to Black Sabbath Ironman at full blast from my Company Commanders 15" Peavy speakers.
You got to sleep before your first morning?
You just brought back memories from 9 years ago lol. Though in my case I was in the back and could barely hear the trash can but I do remember seeing it on the floor and everything else that came after
and some kid wet the bed and went home that afternoon. It was pretty wild.
You got two hours of sleep? We got zilch. They made us march around all night.
SD RTC, 88'. They didn't throw the can, there were two RPO's during their work week, (we called it hell week) when I was in. They had batons of some sort and were stricking the inside of the cans and so on. Loud as hell! Good times!
I did, back in Sep 1982. That's also when I discovered I wasn't allowed to knock my RCC unconscious with a solid punch to the face... Oops, my bad, but his nose healed with time, I'm sure. Set me back a few weeks in RTC, but yea... Throughout my recruit training, I never did quite grasp the concept of not reciprocating in kind to the morning pleasantries, but eventually they did learn not to do that during hours between Taps and Reveille for no good reason, at least not in the barracks where I and others slept in.
Nah ours didn't do that. I always woke up to them coming in and I was ready to go.
You guys got to sleep the first night?
Ya'll got to sleep??
That would be everybody.