Back in December of 1968…we had wooden FOOTLOCKERS. This stuff is far to modern for me to relate to.
FN in MT
I do believe that is Ft Sam Houston!
BCT: The original progenitor of “That Guy”…
We had wooden lockers in the ROK in the early 1970’s. When I was at Bragg in '75 we had steel wall lockers (one to a soldier) but they looked different from the ones in the picture. Ironically, the senior NCO’s lamented the passing of “the brown boot Army”.
and of course the saying “Don’t be that guy, guy” 
Thats great - in Ft Lost in the Woods we had them too - we had rooms for 8 and stacked. I got busted sitting in mine writing a letter - should been busy reading our smart books!
Yep, the polished boots I never wore, the shined shoes I never wore, rolled underwear, socks and shirts…
by the time i enlisted in '00, i think the whole spit-shine thing had already gone the way of the dodo. our drill sergeants told us to wipe em down, brush in some polish over the whole boot, and call it done. should take no more than 5 minutes. any longer than that was just a waste of time better spent standing around at parade-rest, apparently.
Still had em in 07 and 08…
Although I was put on a detail and it seems like they’re being done away with when I was on my way out.
In 1969, at Fort Polk(South Fort), we buried a wall locker under our barracks to hide contraband, ie candy bars, cold medicine and civi clothes. I wonder if it’s still there?
I thought I was the only one who still does that. Six inches for boxers and t-shirt.
I remember using the good old dollar bill used for measurement. Making the bunk, and hours spent shining my boots and low quarters.
I remember long phone lines and marching to the DFC. I swear being in basic was heaven and hell. After we did two weeks in bivouac we sounded like a force to to reckoned with, you could always tell who just got back, they sounded loud as hell.
Complete opposite if we left ours unsecured all contents were dumped in the middle of the bay all mixed in one pile. After the second time they were dumped into the shower with the water turned on.
Not that modern we had wooden wall lockers in our barracks back in '94 when I went to the Basic NCO Course. Six years later I was an instructor for the Basic NCO Course and we had to renovate the barracks. You should have seen 250 SGTs and SSGs throwing those heavy ass wooden wall lockers out the third floor windows. The metal ones were a little easier to get rid of. We could carry those out of the barracks but they tore up the tile as they were dragged out. I know for a fact that there are still wooden lockers still in service. The damn things just won’t wear out kinda like a (insert your favorite tier one AR manufacturer here) rifle.
same.
If you had an unsecured wall locker your shit was literally flipped over
Drill Sgts hate unsecured shit becasuse when the stuff goes missing, it becomes an extra headache for him.
When I was in Basic, the Puerto Ricans had stolen everything that wasn’t nailed down. I think they did if for sheer entertainment because some of the shit they took was just dumb like beach towells. If you didn’t secure your shit it was gone.
The Drill Sgts finally said if the stuff didn’t mysteriously re-appear that night in the day room, they were going to rip the ceiling tiles down and tear everything apart.
Needless to say, everything re-appeared.
Ahhh…the 'ole ceiling tile trick. I swear the Drill Sergeants would put shit up there just to smoke us.
I think the most used line at BCT, by DSs was, “OH…MY…GOD…” followed by, “Front leaning “rest” position. Move.”
My fave DS line was: “Push until MY arms blow-up!”
BTW, my favorite revenge trick was to grab somebody’s boots while me and my bud was on fire guard and fill them with shaving cream.
Funniest thing was three guys tried to pillow-attack me about ten minutes after lights-out one night.
That was the night halfway thru basic me and my bud had set upon to swap racks. He was on top and I was then on the bottom.
They got my buddy! LOL! Poor Smitty!
Another good place to hide stuff was under the caps on the four corners of the bunks. I hid the good cough-drops in them.
“Back on the block”
Fort Livingroom
My Buddy’s Fiance was named ‘Jody’.
“But Drill Sgt! Jody IS my girl!”
“If you are _______ , you are wrong”