Recollections - OCS Class Delta 506

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Riot Control Preparation

In April 1968, when we were Red, 506D was required to prepare for riot control. There was concern that following the assassination of Reverend Martin Luther King Jr., there would be riots in the Washington DC metro area. We spent several days practicing this with full gear in the area. Fortunately there was little violence in DC and we were never called up. Tim Killion

Dave Conn's Recollections

One night while doing our home work, my desk looked across at Charlie Co, I saw a pogey-bait run get busted. The Upper Classmen made them throw it all in the dumpster between our two barracks. After lights out, a fellow classmate ( will remain anonymous) and I slipped out and crawled into the dumpster. We sat in there eating Big Mac's and fries until we were almost ready to throw up. Life as a "bean-head". Dave Conn

Jerry Gutzwiler's Recollections

It has been a long time since OCS and to be truthful I've forgotten a lot more than I remember about that experience. Basic Infantry Training was simply an exercise in perserverence; Advanced Infantry Training was a bit more challenging but at least there seemed to be something a little more interesting to learn, probably because by then we had learned that we were all lower than whale dung from basic; OCS was tough and some of us didn't make it through the course. I recollect getting about 12 hours of sleep the first week, eating up to 12 crispy cream dounuts at a time when we could smuggle them in (with the help of some wives who were great)because we were harassed so much at meals that we really got little to eat during the early weeks of being a "Smack Head". Crazy, can you immagine going through that now? Jerry Gutzwiler

Tim Hill's Recollections

I remember half our class withdrawing over the first two months. After those self-eliminations, the attitude of the Company seemed to change in a very positive way.

I remember falling asleep within ten minutes of the start of each class. Sleep deprivation!)

I remember Bob Dixon's ability to mimic bird calls earned him the title of "The Morning Cardinal"

I remember Lee Comfort kicking his highly polished helmet liner down the street the night before graduation.

I remember "hot waxing" the barrack's floors and buffing them to a near mirror finish.

I had 16 pairs of tapered fatigues.

I remember putting Glo-Coat over spit shined Corcoran jump boots to protect the shine. (referred to as Majic Water)

I remember preparing to leave the barracks for FTX late in the program. Lt. Maggard suddenly appeared and with us all at attention, strolled around to make sure everything was in order. He approached our large garbage can that was sitting upside down on the floor per SOP. He gently tilted the can to see if we had left any dirt underneath. He found no dirt. Because he had barely tilted the edge of the can, he also didn't find the duffel bag under the can filled with dozens of donuts. A close call. Lt. Maggard was a class act!

It was a seious time but maintaining a sense of humor was very important. Tim Hill

Bob Rutter's Recollections

I remember that we were never allowed to eat in the Mess Hall as "Under Classmen" Thank goodness for the candy machines and the wives who made pogey-bait runs for us.

Every night we waxed the floors with a commercial polisher. To make it shine better, someone always sat on the polisher. We somehow managed to get a case of Butchers Wax and probably used every bit over the time we were there.

I remember lots of hazing from the "Upper Classmen".

After Christmas we lost half our class, but those remaining showed a determined spirit to finish and graduate.

I remember how great we all felt to finally become "Upper Classmen" but there was little time to celebrate. There were endless things to learn.

All of our instructors were top notch.

We had to run everywhere, but Jerry Sweeney's singing of "Tiny Bubbles" made it bearable.

While there, I hated every minute of it. After finishing OCS I have loved everything about it and still do to this day. Bob Rutter

Tim Killion's Recollections

In the mess hall I remember at every table as a beanhead, one of us had to serve as the gunner, announcing the meal and another was the beverage corporal. You were not allowed to take a bite larger that a fork width. No eyeballing either, just look at the nametag of the bean across the table.

I remember in the mess hall not wanting to be called up to the officers table and asked to sit without a chair.

I remember if you made a mistake in the mess hall you could be forced to hold a spoon between your knees for the rest of the meal. If the spoon fell to the floor, you were sent outside to the leaning rest position for the remainder of the meal.

I remember the first week, we were not allowed to shower with hot water. This lasted until we figured out that as long as we didn't use too much hot water, the "Upper Classmen" wouldn't know. They probably did the same thing.

I remember we could not abbreviate, round our corners, say Good Morning, only Morning(we weren't weathermen after all) Tim Killion



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