u/AtYourMomsapartment

Content warning: for threats of violence and terrorist threats.

Apologies if the formatting is weird, typing this out on mobile

So I served in the Marines from 2009 to 2017. In 2014, we deployed to a base in the Persian Gulf, and I was attached to 1st Tank Battalion, Charlie Co. for Security Forces. I was a freshly promoted Corporal, and as an augment NCO (Non Commissioned Officer) they didn't want to give me a squad, so I got a fire team instead. Our job was Perimeter security as well as VCP's and PCP's (Vehicle control points and Personnel Control Points.)

Our base was kinda a big deal because we had an airstrip. And we were in charge of bombing the hell out of ISIS at the time. But the crown jewel of our flight line was 3 P3 Orions. Sub Hunters. That still have (at the time, not sure if still true..) Top Secret internals. Cool stuff. On to the point of my story.

I was in charge of the VCP that led into the flight line. We were mandated to check IDs and do occasional vehicle checks. Our VCP was also heavily armed. We had our rifles, I had a SAW gunner in my team (That's a Squad Automatic Weapon, so a Machine Gunner) and we had a MK-19 Automatic Grenade Launcher up in a tower. Our Deployment commander was a cool guy for an officer. He was a Colonel, and he was strict when needed, laid back for everything else. His XO, a Major... Was a dick. In fact, for the story,he is now Major Dick. Major Dick lived to be a Dick to the Security Forces guys. He loved pulling rank. He loved playing tricks. We were all pretty tired of Major Dick. So on this day I'm doing ID checks, my Marines are providing overwatch, and all is well. Until Major Dick pulls up in his car. I lean down to his window and start with, "Good Afternoon Sir. I need to see your ID." His reply? "Don't you know who I am, Devil Dog? Now let me through. I'm late for a meeting." Yep. He usually is. I reply with, "Understood Sir. I need to see your ID, like every other day." So he hands it over. Good. Next question. "Do you have anything in your vehicle we need to know about?" This is where he fucks up. "Oh Yeah. I have a sawed off shotgun under my seat and 200 pounds of explosive wired in my trunk. I figured I'd drive it right onto the flight line." He laughs like it's a big joke. Nope. Not today. "SIR, KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM. REACH TO THE OUTSIDE OF YOUR CAR DOOR, OPEN IT AND STEP OUT!" Now I have my rifle in his face, I'm pretty sure he crapped his pants, and all my Marines have weapons trained on him and his car. Our SAW gunner is moving to flank him even. Good kid. The Major starts losing it. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I TOLD YOU I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" I repeat my orders, but this time I add, "IF YOU DO NOT FOLLOW MY ORDERS, YOU WILL BE DETAINED OR SHOT" This gets his attention. He steps out. Exactly as ordered. I order him to step away from the car and keep his hands in the air. Now down on the ground. Arms wide, legs apart. One of my Marines frisks him. One checks the vehicle. The other, our SAW gunner, is covering all of this. The Major now realizes he messed up bad. I radio in to our HQ and report what's going on. No weapons. No explosives. Just a pissed of (and maybe pissed on, as in he pissed himself) Major who was now about 15 minutes late to a meeting. Our Staff NCOIC (Staff Non Commissioned Officer In Charge) is a grizzled old Master Gunnery Sergeant who comes over and clears the situation. He debriefs us, tells us we did good, and no, it wasn't a drill, and the Major is an asshole, etc etc. Well about five minutes later, here comes the Colonel, with the Major in tow. The Col. Looks pissed. The Major looks smug. Here we fucking go. "Corporal, I'm told you held my XO at gunpoint for making a joke, is that true?" "No sir." "Did you hold him at gunpoint?" "Yes Sir." "For what reason?" "Sir, the Major told me that he was carrying a Sawed off Shotgun and had explosives wired in the trunk, with intention to drive his vehicle onto the flight line." This is where the Major interrupted and called me a liar. This is also the point where the Master Gunnery Sergeant stepped in and told the Major to "with all due respect sir, shut the fuck up." And he told the Colonel what was reported. Every other Marine was interviewed, and security camera footage was pulled and observed. Needless to say, the Major got an ass chewing from the Colonel and the Master Guns. Fast forward to the next day: here comes the Major in his car. "Good Morning Sir. ID please. And do you have anything to report in the vehicle?" There was a pause. "No Corporal." "Thank you Sir. Have a nice day." That was it. We never had any more issues with the XO for the tour. The Colonel never got back to us about it either, but the rest of the officers were very careful about how they acted around Security Forces for the rest of our time there.

TL:DR

I was in charge of a vehicle security check point for a flight line that had multiple aircraft and ordnance, as well as several Sub Hunter planes. Our XO decided it would be funny to make a terrorist threat at our check point, and he got pulled from his vehicle and held at gunpoint. Then he tried telling the Commanding Officer we did it for no reason, and when caught in the lie, had to eat crow.

Content warning: for threats of violence and terrorist threats.

Apologies if the formatting is weird, typing this out on mobile

So I served in the Marines from 2009 to 2017. In 2014, we deployed to a base in the Persian Gulf, and I was attached to 1st Tank Battalion, Charlie Co. for Security Forces. I was a freshly promoted Corporal, and as an augment NCO (Non Commissioned Officer) they didn't want to give me a squad, so I got a fire team instead. Our job was Perimeter security as well as VCP's and PCP's (Vehicle control points and Personnel Control Points.)

Our base was kinda a big deal because we had an airstrip. And we were in charge of bombing the hell out of ISIS at the time. But the crown jewel of our flight line was 3 P3 Orions. Sub Hunters. That still have (at the time, not sure if still true..) Top Secret internals. Cool stuff. On to the point of my story.

I was in charge of the VCP that led into the flight line. We were mandated to check IDs and do occasional vehicle checks. Our VCP was also heavily armed. We had our rifles, I had a SAW gunner in my team (That's a Squad Automatic Weapon, so a Machine Gunner) and we had a MK-19 Automatic Grenade Launcher up in a tower. Our Deployment commander was a cool guy for an officer. He was a Colonel, and he was strict when needed, laid back for everything else. His XO, a Major... Was a dick. In fact, for the story,he is now Major Dick. Major Dick lived to be a Dick to the Security Forces guys. He loved pulling rank. He loved playing tricks. We were all pretty tired of Major Dick. So on this day I'm doing ID checks, my Marines are providing overwatch, and all is well. Until Major Dick pulls up in his car. I lean down to his window and start with, "Good Afternoon Sir. I need to see your ID." His reply? "Don't you know who I am, Devil Dog? Now let me through. I'm late for a meeting." Yep. He usually is. I reply with, "Understood Sir. I need to see your ID, like every other day." So he hands it over. Good. Next question. "Do you have anything in your vehicle we need to know about?" This is where he fucks up. "Oh Yeah. I have a sawed off shotgun under my seat and 200 pounds of explosive wired in my trunk. I figured I'd drive it right onto the flight line." He laughs like it's a big joke. Nope. Not today. "SIR, KEEP YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM. REACH TO THE OUTSIDE OF YOUR CAR DOOR, OPEN IT AND STEP OUT!" Now I have my rifle in his face, I'm pretty sure he crapped his pants, and all my Marines have weapons trained on him and his car. Our SAW gunner is moving to flank him even. Good kid. The Major starts losing it. "DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I TOLD YOU I'M GOING TO BE LATE!" I repeat my orders, but this time I add, "IF YOU DO NOT FOLLOW MY ORDERS, YOU WILL BE DETAINED OR SHOT" This gets his attention. He steps out. Exactly as ordered. I order him to step away from the car and keep his hands in the air. Now down on the ground. Arms wide, legs apart. One of my Marines frisks him. One checks the vehicle. The other, our SAW gunner, is covering all of this. The Major now realizes he messed up bad. I radio in to our HQ and report what's going on. No weapons. No explosives. Just a pissed of (and maybe pissed on, as in he pissed himself) Major who was now about 15 minutes late to a meeting. Our Staff NCOIC (Staff Non Commissioned Officer In Charge) is a grizzled old Master Gunnery Sergeant who comes over and clears the situation. He debriefs us, tells us we did good, and no, it wasn't a drill, and the Major is an asshole, etc etc. Well about five minutes later, here comes the Colonel, with the Major in tow. The Col. Looks pissed. The Major looks smug. Here we fucking go. "Corporal, I'm told you held my XO at gunpoint for making a joke, is that true?" "No sir." "Did you hold him at gunpoint?" "Yes Sir." "For what reason?" "Sir, the Major told me that he was carrying a Sawed off Shotgun and had explosives wired in the trunk, with intention to drive his vehicle onto the flight line." This is where the Major interrupted and called me a liar. This is also the point where the Master Gunnery Sergeant stepped in and told the Major to "with all due respect sir, shut the fuck up." And he told the Colonel what was reported. Every other Marine was interviewed, and security camera footage was pulled and observed. Needless to say, the Major got an ass chewing from the Colonel and the Master Guns. Fast forward to the next day: here comes the Major in his car. "Good Morning Sir. ID please. And do you have anything to report in the vehicle?" There was a pause. "No Corporal." "Thank you Sir. Have a nice day." That was it. We never had any more issues with the XO for the tour. The Colonel never got back to us about it either, but the rest of the officers were very careful about how they acted around Security Forces for the rest of our time there.

TL:DR

I was in charge of a vehicle security check point for a flight line that had multiple aircraft and ordnance, as well as several Sub Hunter planes. Our XO decided it would be funny to make a terrorist threat at our check point, and he got pulled from his vehicle and held at gunpoint. Then he tried telling the Commanding Officer we did it for no reason, and when caught in the lie, had to eat crow.

This happened to me back in 2011. I served in the Marines, and was stationed in Korea at the time. every year in November, the Marine Corps Ball happens to celebrate the birth of the Corps. Anyways, I had just turned 21 a few months prior and had also recently been promoted to Lance Corporal, and the Lt.Col. in charge of us was very strict on underage drinking, so j was just coming into my element. When we started the ball, I had a couple jack and cokes. Then we saw that our tables came with a couple bottles of wine, and what do you know? Only 3 of the 8 people at our table are 21, so we help ourselves. Then our Base's Korean liaison came over with a couple of 6 packs. The three of us who were able to drink did our inebriated math and figured, "hey... There's 12 beers... That's... 4 apiece! Excellent!" We were pleasantly sloshed for the ceremony and dinner. Then, it was time to dance! And dance I did. At least until my Sergeant came over. He had this super serious look on his face and he said "You need to go back to the hotel. You're drunk, and starting to look like an idiot." Me, being the know-it-all Lance Corporal was like, "Sergeant... You've been drinking... So you can't tell me to do that!" (Yes, I was an idiot, but it was definitely a rule. If you were inebriated, you couldn't give lawful orders). Well, it turns out he wasn't drinking because a group of us had recently all turned 21, and he knew we would be stupid. So he helped me down to the bus, and sat me in a bench seat across from my other Sergeant. I remember an older couple boarding the bus and sitting in front of me, and I recognized an officer's uniform, but didn't see the rank. Then our bus takes off. The driver is weaving through downtown Seoul traffic, and I'm sliding around, starting to feel sick. I distinctly remember looking at the drunk sergeant across from me and saying, "I uh... I don't feel so good..." And the Sergeant goes "WELL DON'T LOOK AT ME!!" I turn back and make it to facing down the aisle when I projectile vomit all the way up to the yellow "do not cross" line. It also sprays across the dress shoes of the elderly officer seated in front of me. I look up to see that I've sprayed vomit onto the shoes of our Commanding General. Of course, my dumb ass reverts to the most basic of junior marine instincts, which was "uh... Good Evening, Sir..." He just gave me this smile and said "Happy Birthday, Son." I blacked out from that point, and woke the next morning in my hotel room, wearing nothing but my boxers and an undershirt. My Dress Blues were hanging up in the shower, covered in vomit. I got downstairs and was met by both of my sergeants, a Staff Sergeant, and the First Sergeant, who all ripped me a new asshole. Thankfully, that was the extent of my punishment aside from some extra duties. I happened to see the General again a few weeks later, and as I saluted him, he asked "you're not going to throw up on me again, are you son?" And he laughed. I offered to pay for new shoes, and he laughed again, telling me he had plenty of pairs of those shoes, and that I don't need to worry. I certainly learned to avoid drinking around any officers after that.

TL;DR: I got plastered during the Marine Corps Ball and during the bus ride back to the hotel I threw up all over my Commanding General, then blacked out. I got an ass chewing and extra duties, but I learned my lesson about excessive drinking around events that had officers.