When I was in AIMC classes, I was in what I think was the first BODY NAZI class. I don't remember all the cadre names but we had a medic named SFC Jordan. He was a huge Black fella who scared the hell out of me one morning when I started falling back during a ruck-run. Capt. Charters was running us up a sugar sand hill by the fairgrounds, I thought I was dying. All the sudden, “something" picked me up from behind and carried me to the top, ruck and all. When he set me down, he said, "fall back again and I'll stick this boot up your ass, and it won't be as fun a ride as you just got". I never fell back again. I realized later that Jordan was one of the nicest guys in the world but, I always refused to test him.

In PH1, we had an instructor named SFC Neptune; he was trying to demonstrate the proper techniques to accomplish "the Whopper", but couldn't climb the rope. Then out of nowhere, SFC Gallant jumps out from the wood line, and while calling Neptune everything but a child-of-god, demonstrates the Whopper for us, making it look quite easy. Of course, Neptune never did recover from this and another Cadre soon became our primary instructor. Perhaps the best teaching point was Neptune himself though because I knew, from then on, that I never wanted to be "THAT GUY". Years later when Gallant worked for me as a communications guy in one of the safe houses, he had quite the laugh over this.

In PH2, I had a family emergency and when I went to the CQ, (a SSG on admin. hold from the Q course) I told him that I needed to talk to the NCOIC, SFC Davis. The CQ refused to give me the number unless I told him what was going on. I told him it was none of his business then, one thing led to another, and I hit the SOB. 30 minutes later, while I was sulking on a pick-nick bench by the code room, I hear, "hey Wildman", it was Davis. I told him my issue and he informed me that it wasn't the end of the world but, the issue over me hitting the CQ might be. When we made it back to the CQ, Davis asked him what happened. The bonehead pretty much verified my version of things, and then Perry told him that he could press charges against me but he'd never graduate the course if he did. He never did. Since Davis went out to 1st GRP, I never did see him again but, to this day, I owe CSM (Ret) Davis a bottle of his choosing.

Finally, one of the proudest moments in my life was when I finished SFQC. Of the 310 studs who started, 68 ultimately finished I think, and though we still had a long ways to go once we got to our Groups, I knew I was ready. Of course, subsequent life and death events in 5th and 3rd GRPs, health concerns with cancer and other realities made my experiences from the SFQF seem so long ago. That said, I’d never have made it to where I am today, without having made it through the Q course first. It’s been one hell of a ride....jd

Davis was the Sr. TAC. Jordan, as I remember was an SSG, who had recently finished CDQC, his nick name was "The Lung". He was also known for doing endless flutter kicks. One morning, while in PT formation, he exceeded 200 flutter-kicks in a four count exercise. Davis, who also in PT formation, breaks rank, walks up to Jordan lying on the ground singing, "One, Two, Three,...", (count). Davis slaps him on his head and shouts, "Wake up!!!".

JD - PM in bound.

The gunfight in the middle of a highly travelled road at mid-day in sage. Pouring down rain and freezing, all from the back of a manure spreading truck.

It would probably have been January – March of 1970. During SFOC FTX, it was discovered by my classmates that I actually knew how to travel through the woods at night without getting lost. So it seemed every night I was being asked to run point on the patrols and ambushes. After four or five nights of little to no sleep, we were moving from one TAC location to another at night. It was important to the designated candidate CO that we get there on time and without incident so I was asked to volunteer to run point yet again. As is often the case at Bragg, it was cloudy and pitch dark and all I could see was the needle of my compass. The guy running slack was also keeping the 100s count on my pace as I would call it out. Well about midnight or a little later, I woke up flat on my back. I had gone to sleep while walking and walked right into a big oak tree and gotten knocked out (or down). Fortunately, the compass was tied to my shirt so I didn’t lose it and the pace guy had an idea of about how much time had elapsed since the last 100. So, I got back up and headed out again and we hit the road about 50 yards off course and went downhill to the bridge and crossed it, entered the woods and 200 meters later were at our destination.

So that’s what I remember -going to sleep while walking and waking up flat on my back with scrapes on my forehead.

As a result of this thread, I contacted my "Brother" Bob! I had tried it before, unsucessfullly. Facebook made it easy. The years faded quickly. Thanks to PS.com, I re-established comms with a part of my life that had been pushed aside. Thanks...

Phase I Stories by FOG
 

Whoever wrote Item #4 about SSG Chris Hodge and the bogus "mirror story" apparently has a faulty memory or somewhat less than a true Professional to have writen this. I am "that" (Chris Hodge Retired CSM). I was the class leader for my class and never had a mirror nor had one around my neck. So whomever wrote this little bit of garbage needs to retract it and apologize to me.
CSM Chris Hodge (retired) Camp McCall Sep-Oct 1971

Zonie Driver
 

If your are still out there and read this stuff I have a FLASH for you!

I am CSM Chris Hodge Retired and I don't appreciate the made-up story about Phase I and the mirror. You obviously have a bad memory and need to get your facts straight before you slander another SF professional if you truly are a professional. You need to remove ite#4 from your so-called memories and you owe me an apoligy now.

CSM Chris Hodge (Ret)

HEY!!

This Thead has OVER 100 posts on it!! Exactly what Post # are you referring to?!?!

Some of us other FOGS really don't feel like going on Easter Egg hunts a couple of months early!!

Later
Martin

CSM Hodge:

Welcome to PS.com.

No need to post the same challenge twice in 12 minutes. After all the story has been up this long, it isn't going anywhere, nor is ZD.

In the interim, you might want to review the stickies and board rules and introduce yourself while you are waiting.

Incidentally, everyone here with Quiet Professional after their name has been vetted as SF. If you want to be vetted as well, just follow the instructions.

Enjoy your visit.

TR

Glad to see.......
 

Glad to see somebody who spent a long time in SF never did anything stupid that others could poke fun at him about.

Hmmm, no intro, no bio and a slap at another the first and second post out of the gate.

CSM don't you think you could have handled things here with a little more tact?

Phase 1 Jan 84 0200 hrs breaking the rubber knives in the saw dust pit doing hand to hand. Our half of the class crossing Drowning Creek with poncho rafts after the instructors broke through the ice.

And no sense of humor......

Having now read that it's hard to believe it was "made up"...:D

TS

Sounds funny - it might have hit a nerve?

ZD has a pretty good memory...... Who cares and who does not have a funny story about them hiding in their past.

Hell it was in the 70's, time to laugh and drink a cold one eithor way.....:munchin

Pete

Is there not a sticky that sayes CSM's go to the front of the line and do not have to follow board procedures..... :D;)

slide for life in Dec will always be in my memory and its been over 40 years ago!! Damn I'm OLD! :(