I recall while getting hosed w/ a dose of c.s. in the gas chamber ( the kinder,gentler & less persistent brand as compared to the type c.n. tear gas) a big blsck dude ( Tennyson) flipped his wig& was fixin' to bolt , fck'r stomped on my foot, so naturally I helped the d.i. pin him to the wsll( I got called on the carpet ,to explain my actions to the senior D.I. ( ha, I seen him on t.v. a few years later on that joker's wild game show,all 5'5" of him, wearing his summer alpha's& still E-6 staff-sargent, I thought that was pretty cool) I was informed to maintain my concerns to myself & not to interfere in any future training procedures.
Then ,later on in 3rd phase, about every other nite or so( LMAO) this black dude named Horton, would indiscriminately , slip over behind the patrolling fire watch's back trail & thump somebody in their head with his feather filled pillow ( it was of the funniest sh,,,er,,stuff( you'd of just about had to of been there, to appreciate what I'm trying to relay