We had an outbreak of pink eye in our company in BCT. Drill Sergeants kept making jokes about grabbing ass.
"Go to bed with itchy butt, wake up with stinky finger"
Basically, take a shower, wash your pits, tits and ass, and don't touch your face.
Good times. Our sense of hygiene got a little better. Not worth it, but yeah.
I think one guy in my training platoon caught pinkeye.
The real outbreak we had- shingles. One night before lights out, we're all standing on line as the Drill Instructor walks up the line. When he gets in front of you, you are supposed to hold your hands out in front of you, bent at the elbow, then spin around, lifting your feet so the drill instructor can see the bottom of your feet and hands, while reciting "Good evening, sir! This recruit has no physical, medical, or mental problems to report at this time, sir!"
Few racks down from me, DI is coming up the line, when he suddenly freezes in front of a recruit. You know that feeling of absolute dread you got whenever you saw a DI fucking freeze like that? He calmly said "turn around", took a look at something on the back of the kid's arm, and immediately sent him to medical.
Turns out that kid was undergoing the early stages of a fucking shingles outbreak. We spent the next day sanitizing the entire barracks, floor to ceiling. I never saw him again- I assume he was kept in medical recovery platoon for a few weeks, so he couldn't rejoin our training platoon. He probably had to cycle into another training platoon that was close to our progress when he got pulled out. Shitty situation to be in, it almost happened to me- fortunately I recovered with just two days bed rest so I didn't miss enough to fall out.
Yep recycled
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