DS Green: Now Privates, I can't tell y'all to whoop a Squad Member's ass, but if y'all happen to "take corrective actions" to straighten out Private Kelly...well...but I can't tell y'all to whoop nobody's ass, see what I'm sayin'?
Blanket Party!
We had a literal "Bama" in our Platoon who was from right outside of Ft. McClellan. That CAC would go AWOL for two or three days at a crack and our whole platoon would get smoked for hours because WE didn't have accountability and control of his stankin ass.
DS Green gave us that advice because Kelly was on some Ashton Kutcher/Mila Kunis shit and was funkin' up the whole bay. The FIRST time we beat his ass was to force him to shower. The second and third time was for going AWOL and getting US fucked up over it, as though we could stop him from sneaking off in the middle of the night.
His final ass whoopin' came at the hands of the Drill Sergeants themselves. He'd gone AWOL again and broke his arm climbing back over a fence to get back on Post. He tried to cut the Chow line because we put those on profile for injuries at the front of the line so they could hobble to a table while we were still filing in. Kelly broke his arm at our expense, so we weren't having any sympathy for HIS ass...get to the back of the line muhfucka!
We exchanged words and the DS' overheard the commotion. They came to see WTF and a black DS told him to get to the back of the line and Kelly said, "Fuck you, ******!"
All 8 of our DS' did a Snatch and Grab on his ass, took him behind our barracks and gave that muhfucka the Beetle Bailey and proceeded to have his ass Chaptered out for "Failure to Adapt" to military standards.