They used to get you all psyched up for the poopie week RLP by saying that you'd get liberty if you passed. The last day of poopie week we were in wash khakis and flight boots (I think, which would have been the 1st time not to wear the poopie suits and chrome domes) and worked all fucking night getting ready.
When the inspection happened all hell broke loose. Every DI in both battalions came through and just destroyed the place. There was absolutely ZERO chance of passing the inspection.
The rest of the time was just a blur of PT and frantically trying to stuff everything we owned into a seabag for "deathmarch" to our new battalion. The 1/4 mile "march" took about an hour and was more akin to a sliding PT session than a march.
Harrassment package at it's best. Too bad it's gone. Same with the rose garden and the room called "Hell".
Yes this is called "outpost". You wear your wash khakis for the first time (except bigred's class because they didn't have all their uniforms yet). It is an exercise in futility just to generate stress and show you a fraction of what RLP will be like. It is just to abuse you in preparation for the slaying that awaits after.
The fact of the matter is that your RLP results are decided in the days and weeks prior to the inspection. That's not official, but it's true. The actual score happens on the day of the RLP, but they already know in their minds who is going to pass and who isn't.
RLPs also reveal a lot more to the staff. What do you think that their impression is of a guy who has all of stuff squared away but his roomates all are AFU? They're a lot less impressed with him that you might think. He's obviously not a very good team player.
EXACTLY. You are expected to be a team player so if your roommates are AFU, as was stated above, you will not be looked favorably upon.
It was for THAT reason I seriously though I was going to attrite. I was roommates with a guy on my third inspection (after I rolled) with a guy who was COMPLETELY useless. He didn't do a SINGLE thing for himself, complained that we weren't being team players by doing his stuff for him. He was the typical, coddled, homeschooled-until-college type.
We offered our assistance as much as we could, but he literally did 15% of what he should have and didn't do ANYTHING for anyone else (being a team player). Finally the night before we did as much of his stuff for him as we could, but it was futile. He would have failed anyway (clothing items were USED and NASTY, and barely at dimensions) but right before the inspection, he locked his locker and didn't know the combination.
Finally, 5 minutes before the inspection, a candio is smashing his lock with his M1 and yelling at him that he's going to fail and he must be crazy to have prepared like this. Even our class DI came in, not yelling, but just looking at him in amazement and helping the candio break the lock. Then finally he has his locker open, looking like ass, and he realizes he is missing a table-display item (missing item = auto-failure). Our Chief comes in and goes: "Hey candidates! Why is your shipmate AFU?? Oh man, you guys are going to fail! This whole room is going to fail! It's your fault he's AFU!"
Officer comes in to inspect him, sees missing item and tells him he automatically failed. Looks at us and walks out. At this point, I am contemplating my time at great lakes and beyond. Finally I get inspected and pass.
This sorry candidate is forced to run through the halls throwing his own stuff and other people's stuff into rooms. He is ordered to open the door, say "I am the RLP santa claus!", then he is to throw his shit in there and move on to the next room and do the same. He is later forced to wear skivvies on his head and a blanket around his neck, and do the same thing, except this time say "I am batman!" before throwing shit in people's rooms.
At this point, I am standing in the hallway with my other roommates singing Christmas carols for "santa claus". I am Jewish and don't know more than a line of "jingle bells" and when asked by my chief why I am no longer singing I reply "Sir, this candidate does not know any christmas carols!". He tells me to learn some quickly or I shall pay. I promptly sing the one line I know over and over. I think he smiles and walks off.
It was absolute mayhem, but in retrospect (and even at the time) some of the funniest sh!t I've ever seen....
RLP is a blast!
edit: oh, ya. RLP Santa clause had a psychological breakdown, ended up attriting. Poor guy should NEVER have been sent to OCS. The second you met him, you'd know the end result.
