Share stories and memories of your days at FUMA.
Submitted by Pat Hargis on Mon, 01/31/2011 - 8:06pm
Wow. If you are in the first platoon of Charlie Company then you can hopefully attest to the view of the stars this time of the year when the air is cold and it's too dark for the rank to see whether your eyes are front. It was 27 years ago, but I remember like it was yesterday gazing up at Orion as it passed across the night sky. Orion has a signature three stars at an angle that make it's belt. If you are first platoon C company then look up in evening formation, you can't miss it. Of all the skills I've ever learned thus far, my greatest is the skill to pass the time so quickly.
Submitted by SamW on Wed, 09/17/2008 - 12:15am
These have to be real fist throwing affairs. Play fights, overly aggressive sports and wrestling around don't count.
I had one. I threw Scott Judd's hat Todd Jones window and Scott and I got into it. While I was a big guy for my age (albeit a bit lanky) I had no idea how to fight. Scott and I got into a shoving match that progressed into real fisticuffs. I hate to say, but he won. If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn't have thrown his hat out the window.
Submitted by johnoneil on Tue, 08/26/2008 - 11:38pm
who here remembers the Christmas music that would blare out from the center of Alpha/Bravo barracks all afternoon and after taps from Thanksgiving to Christmas? I heard that for four years. To this day I hate Christmas music.
Submitted by Phil Smith on Wed, 07/09/2008 - 3:41pm
Remember waking up early one morning to see my room mate coming back into the room through the window. It was amazing that a girlfriend could stress you to the point of going awol. How far did you get ( I believe Culpepper ) before coming to your senses, hitch hiking a ride back and crawing back into the window. I believe you married her too........
Still feel you owe me for covering. Remember? The year was 1973...........
Submitted by SamW on Sun, 06/01/2008 - 5:53pm
Being teen-aged boys, cooped up in the middle of nowhere, maybe we were a bit more cruel than other kids. Then again, maybe not. For the most part, we were well behaved and were good about obeying the rules. But, there was one thing that put us on par or above better than anyhting else: the ability to modify someone's name for a laugh.
Submitted by SamW on Sat, 05/24/2008 - 3:02pm
I got hooked on morning coffee my junior year at FUMA. I had been gulping down Cokes since I was a kid, so it wasn't the caffiene jolt, but it was the idea of drinking a 'man's drink' that sold me on it. It seemed so grown up...whatever.
Submitted by TomCat on Tue, 05/06/2008 - 10:51am
Ok I have one for all of you... Have you ever caught yourselves closing your eyes when you hear church bells today and think back on those that you would hear at FUMA?? You know this sounds weird and call me what you will 8) but I do that and I think back of those days and it really takes me back. :) Kind of like a good flash back... :D
Submitted by BravoCo on Sun, 03/23/2008 - 2:59am
While spending my time doing some easter baskets, I took the time to ponder back on some past memories.
I recall fondly being at my grandparents when I was younger, hunting for eggs in the cold crisp Mississippi mornings. Finding the colorful eggs and the baskets of goodies the easter bunny left.
Submitted by SamW on Wed, 03/19/2008 - 7:45pm
I'll never forget being ready to go home for Thanksgiving my sophomore year and Captain Hitchcock showing our combined class (I wasn't in his, but can't remember who my instructor was) THE KILLING FIELDS. Great movie, a bit depressing for a holiday. Anyways, being teenagers, we tended to whisper among ourselves about our upcoming leave and giggle at inopportune moments. Captain Hitchcock got steamed and laid into us pretty heavy about how lucky we were.
Ya know, he was right.
Submitted by SamW on Tue, 03/11/2008 - 9:26pm
I visited the Academy back in September and was shocked to see cadets drilling in Class B's. What happened to fatigues? Those nasty greens and combat boots made it more military than any teen with a desire to become the next Patton. (In fact, those combat boots lasted me for years, seeing multiple stages while playing in bar bands.)
So, what's the deal?
