In formation, SSgt Dawkins is pissed, so he walks up and tries to knock a candidate's rifle to the deck, but the cand. is holding onto it real tight. SSgt says "drop your daggone rifle!" after which he says "follow it!"
During inspection
Capt Kellner: Candidate, what's your favorite movie?
Me: Sir, this candidate's favorite movie would have to be Supertroopers, Sir'
Capt. Kellner: [looks away real quick] Why?
Me: The Cat Game, Sir.
(Capt Kellner is from Virginia)
Cand: Good Morning Sir, Cand. xxx, Virginia Tech, Air Contract.
Capt Kellner: What's a hokey?(referring to VT's mascot)
Cand: Long story or short story sir?
Capt Kellner: the short one.
Cand: Castrated turkey sir.
Capt Kellner: How about a little longer than that?
Cand: (goes into this loooonnnngggg explanation about the VT football team and the 19th century)
Capt Kellner: Tell me that the next time i want to fall asleep.
GySgt. Harper was teaching us port arms from right shoulder arms. He says "yall had a blowjob before, right? The ***** be suckin, maybe nibblin a little, and then she bites you. so what do you do? you punch her. right in the forehead." from then on our ditty for port arms from right shoulder arms was "punch her!"
on the ability group fartlek run, our platoon had about 35 candidates in the medium group (20-22min 3-mile time), so those of us at the edges move to the other groups. i get put in the fast group, and i'm sucking wind at about half a mile in and generally feeling like a douche bag. but my buddies pushed me up to the front of the group, and i made it. I'll never forget when GySgt. Whobrey, who led our group, told everyone i did a good job for toughing it out.