Drill Sergeant Follows Through On Threat To ‘Rip Out Heart and Snuff Soul’ Of Recruit armydave May 14, 2012 Army 88 Comments Follow Duffel Blog: FORT BENNING, GA — Earlier this week, Private First Class Jason Hentinger ceased to exist. Following a confrontation with Drill Sergeant Francis Humphrey, Hentinger was consumed, body and soul. Soon after arrival at his basic training assignment, problems became apparent with the new recruit. Hentinger allegedly refused to bury his face in the top of a duffel bag he was hugging next to his chest while running the 2.5 miles to the temporary barracks in which he would be housed. Another drill sergeant, Sergeant Brandon Wilson, also expressed disappointment with the new recruit: “I can spot a problem child, and that kid Hentinger … I just knew he was going to be an issue when he didn’t blindly run over that pothole ridden parking lot.” Problems only intensified for Hentinger. According to a platoon mate, Hentinger sometimes fell out of formation when running for PT. “I mean, it wasn’t constant, but yeah, occasionally he would fall out of the runs. He wasn’t one of the guys who never kept up though,” said Private Alan Jennings. Hentinger brought on the full fury of Humphrey during chow three weeks after arriving at Basic Training. 2nd Platoon had the policy of ordering recruits in a staggered line and then quizzing them with various bits of military knowledge. This information was readily available to the soldiers in an Army issued “Smart-book.” “I mean, we gave him all the tools he needed to flourish, but when I quizzed him on the muzzle velocity of a 1964 Czechoslovakian modified Kalashnikov assault rifle, he just stared blankly ahead. I’m going to be honest, I kind of lost my cool,” said Humphrey. “I mean, who did this kid think he was to come into my DFAC and spit on the American flag?” After failing to answer the question, Humphrey ordered Hentinger to the back of the chow line, where Hentinger would plot his later infractions. After grabbing a tray, Hentinger proceeded through the chow line. The recruit stopped only to open a small plastic case and get what is commonly referred to as a ‘fat-cake.’ “I was at a table of soldiers, making sure they got a proper amount of nutrition when I heard the hinge of that fat-cake door swing open. I smelled the delicious sugariness of the fat-cakes. That’s forbidden fruit in there. Real no-go type stuff. I walked over and explained that to Private Hentinger,” said Humphrey, still visibly angry at the thought of a recruit eating dessert. “Drill Sergeant fucking lost it,” said Private Nathan Shill, also eating lunch that day, “At one moment he was banging on the table and yelling at us to shove our meatloaf into our [expletive deleted]. Then his head turned, and he raised his eyebrow. He looked at the Hentinger guy. The rest was like a blur.” Accounts vary, but some things are common among various witnesses to the events. Humphrey jumped over a table, came down like the thunder of heaven, and began screaming into Hentinger’s face. “The kid had lost control, so I needed to take corrective action. I felt like this was a good opportunity to use some of that old fashioned Drill-Sergeant-rant stuff. I calmly told Hentinger that I was going to rip out his heart with my fist and then stare into his eyes as I snuffed out his soul.” During this conversation, Hentinger remained immobile and simply stared blankly at Humphrey. Humphrey, being egged on by other Drill Sergeants, told him to put down his tray and get into the push up position. It appears that Hentinger, rebelliously, remained utterly immobile and just stared at Humphrey dumbly. “At that point, I had a difficult decision to make. The recruit had put me into a very bad position. I either had to go back on my promise to remove his head and use it as a make-shift Kevlar… or I had to remain true to the Army values of Honor and Selfless service. Basically – do the right thing. I mean, I had given my word after all.” “That’s when shit got crazy,” says Specialist Johnson, a soldier who works on the chow line, “the lights got dim and smoke started to roll in through the doors. Drill Sergeant Humphrey started twitching and shaking. Someone was chanting in Latin n’ shit. All of a sudden, blood splattered against my face, but I couldn’t look away.” “Drill Sergeant had his hands on both sides of the guy’s head. There was a bright light … ” said Private Jennings, before collapsing into tears. In the aftermath, a large black scorch mark adorned the floor of the Alpha Company dining facility. The TRADOC Commander of 673 Infantry Brigade, Maj. Everett Blackacre, was proud of his drill sergeants’ dedication. “I think that Drill Sergeant Humphrey did a very brave thing,” said Blackacre. “I mean, he has truly set an example to, not only younger soldiers, but the non-commissioned officer corps as a whole. He has shown us what it means to place one’s own morality and petty concerns and live up to the army value of selfless service.” Short URL: http://duffelblog.com/Ij8es Lucretia Vallaire says: June 24, 2014 at 7:29 AM Wow. I guess I got off easy. My Drill Instructor just sold my soul to Satan for eight years of indentured servitude to the Lord and Master of all that to sinful and unholy. David Bate says: June 1, 2014 at 11:29 AM In 72′ when i went to basic at Fort Dix, N.J. we did our runs in standard issue army boots. Our drill Sargent called us dickheads and made us do 4 count push-ups. He ran backwards with a pack on longer than we could run forwards. If we fell out of a run he chewed on us till we got up and ran again because we were so pissed off. I still have great respect for that man. Tyler Miller says: February 25, 2014 at 11:54 PM Gil dom let me guess you were a cook. That’s why your ass is so fat then you couldn’t pass a pt test and got medically discharged for being an over weight piece of shit! Art Russell says: January 3, 2014 at 2:10 AM That’s a good Story.I thought only the USMC was good for that kind of response from your D.I… Its better to get it here. Than over there.. Where payin attention really counts. Patrick McBride says: January 3, 2014 at 2:10 AM Yep, that’s why you don’t fuck up in bct or ait. The DI will eat your fucking soul. Nathan Mooney says: January 3, 2014 at 2:10 AM That brings back memories of my Fort Benning experience. Sand Hill was truly a interesting place. Chris Burr says: January 3, 2014 at 2:10 AM Though we were a mass mix of Aviation (my branch of choice), transportation, Psyops, and Officer Basic. We were all going through BCT. Joshua Godwin says: January 3, 2014 at 2:10 AM epic! John Hepburn says: January 3, 2014 at 2:10 AM This is fantastic, keep it up! George Emmerich says: January 3, 2014 at 2:10 AM this story is for retards.. Isreal Alvarado says: January 3, 2014 at 2:10 AM Time to COWBOY THE F#$K UP or get the F@$lK out! Christopher Lachcik says: January 3, 2014 at 2:10 AM huh? is this fake or some shit? funny as hell though. Zachary Crawford says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM favorite line “I was at a table of soldiers, making sure they got a proper amount of nutrition”. Kami Donnelly says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Good to see that some Drill Sergeants still have their priorities straight Troy Walker says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Charlie 2/47.. served Basic training.,.,.. It was aswome but not like that above,,, Travis Brooks says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM I’m confused. Is this a fiction novel? What the hell happened here? Ivan Moe says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM bullshit. the infantry training brigade at ft benning is the 198th. also doesn’t not sound like the explanation a drill would use after attacking a new recruit. Alex Tea says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM drill sergeants shouldn’t make promises, just do their job. Connor Place says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM “I mean, we gave him all the tools he needed to flourish, but when I quizzed him on the muzzle velocity of a 1964 Czechoslovakian modified Kalashnikov assault rifle, he just stared blankly ahead. I’m going to be honest, I kind of lost my cool,” said SGT Humphrey. Lol Sam Shields says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Fort Benning, Harmony Church, 1981: Just like the movies, only harder. Daryl Wineman says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM this blog and everyone on this site is fake and bs someone has nothing to do with there time to put false reports on this site people where not killed due to drill sgts and there where no airforce mission that dropped thousands of pounds of m&m’s on a school so please quit making the army, navy, marines, and airforce look bad and get a real job! Casey Bartness says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM This is the funniest shit I’ve seen in a long time. Sam Shields says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM I would never characterize basic as “relaxin”; it was more like life on the run, on the march, do as your told even if you ain’t slept in 48 hrs. And we ate C-rats. James Redding says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM LOL, I had totally forgot that my drill sergeants had those mystical powers of black magic and voodoo! these stories are too funny. Emily Tarver says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Psh, there’s no way that was true. I mean, every ds I’ve ever known wouldn’t have thought twice about ripping out someone’s heart and snuffing out their soul. It’s like ds 101 =p. Josh Noble says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM In Navy RTC, I once got yelled at! By MY RDC! It was traumatizing. Patrick Farnsworth says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM I rember those days. Ft.Benning It is nice to know that some things don’t change. I was there in 1986. David Parker says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM I was in Harmony Church, ww2 barracks dec. 1980. my drill instructor was called “MAD DOG BENTHENE” vietnam with the( big red one) nuff said. Mike Sullivan says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM I love this. Buzz Wayment says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM I had my soul devoured once, then he spit it back out. My Drill Sergeant explained that it was important for me to have one so that my worthless sack of flesh would be able to animate itself and not just lay there like a dead muzzie. Louis Lane Jr. says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM He asked for it grabbing fat cakes on sand hill. Come on private we find get ya right today Kj Myers says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM I too remember seeing my first human sacrifice by a DS. There was a loud boom, and a pile of ashes and green socks. Glen Geerts says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Yeah…… When I was in Knox noone in my platoon was that dumb. So I had to figure out what the hell was going on. Yeah we had our “shitbags” but we took care of em. Kirsti Oles says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Relaxing Jackson? Maybe at ur battalion but defeintly not at mine! A/co 2/13! Trey Copeland says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM “That’s when shit got crazy…” David Bissette says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM He didn’t follow the order of chow, which was 3-4-1-2 that day, obviously. Richard McAroy says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM “Indy, cover your heart!” Kudos to the Pyongyang office. Dylan Metz says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM what does he man by devoured soul. Chris Burr says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Huh, I almost never felt the fear of my Drill’s at my Basic Training Resort. Relaxin Jackson, Home of the Friendly Drill Sergeant. Walter Blower says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM LMAO! Pamela Pierce says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM I went to relaxin Jacksin myself… This story is bunk. Gregory J McNabb says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Soul devouring is one of the most physically demanding things a person can do, next to playing soccer. Adam Wisniewski says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM That can’t be true! I never saw a Specialist work in the chow line while I was there! Butch Allen says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Things have changed since I was in back in “66”. Is this the new army? Thanks for the new insight. David May says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Ah! I remember the first time I saw my drill sergeant devour a soul. There wasn’t really tha much blood, just a bright flash and an empty set of ACUs. Josh SixNine Gore says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM So THAT’S where the Ark of the Convenant went. Michael F. Kline says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM What a great read! It reminds me of a much more simple time in my life. Ahh the good old days! Joshua David says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM “someone was chanting in Latin n’ shit” fucking classic. Todd Roe says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM I remember getting shoved into my locker and then having it flipped over with me in it because my hangers weren’t spaced evenly! That was at Ft. Knox. Joe Mclamb says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Why don’t they tell the one about remedial PT for the fatbody privates having to outswim the SC alligators and the one who got eaten? Daniel Pierce says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Went to Fort Knox for OSUT as a 19D. Wasn’t to bad I miss it Jaycee Clark says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Time wasted. Matthew Johnson says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM The first time I saw a DS devour someone’s soul, I knew… I just knew… it was like that part in indian jones where he tells that woman not to open her eyes while the ark is eating all them nazis… you just know. You can’t look at it… you just can’t… Douglas Stamper says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Haha! I did jump school and Pathfinders at Benning (Oct or Nov ’70) but never saw anyone touched. Why, when they could make you do 1/4 mile Mancarries till you dropped? Jamie Oakley-Turner says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Hooah! Andrew Zelenak says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Are PFC’s really in basic now Jacob Michaelis says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Good damn job drill sergeant shit is getting to soft El Mero Mero says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Lol! Look at all you white boys on my nuts, you mad cuz it’s no longer your army? Christopher Thanghe says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM This is great. My DS at Jackson did something very similar back in 96. Little punk PVT purposely ran into our DS on the way to chow. DS picked him up off the ground by his throat and set him down off to the side and then just continued marching into the barracks. Kid had a big o’l purple hand print on his neck. Much longer backstory, so TLDR, DS was cleared of any wrong doing and the punk was sent home much to our enjoyment. DS was 6’2 230# Arkansas born linebacker, punk was 5’5 100# dripping wet Cali boy who said he knew kung fu. Collin Brumskill says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Damn near laughed my ass off in class reading this. Duffel blog strikes again. Jamie Reid says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM He is doing God’s work…. MC Grammar says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM LMAAAAAOOOOO!!!!!!! Scott Lowe says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM Privates have no heart anyhow. Plus, he’d have sold his soul for a used Mustang at 46% interest when he got to his base. The Drill Sergeant did the world a favor. Matthew Simonyi says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM KALI-MAH! KALI-MAH! Bailey Cleburne McLemore says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM I applaud Sergeant Francis Humphrey, and hope his peers are motivated by his example. As I Warrant Officer I am supposed to simply appear like Batman and turn a sure relief-for-cause into an ARCOM for the commander; then disappear like smoke. It is not my job to babysit the unit attitude cases because the NCOs have lost their appetite for human souls. I retired with arthritis from ripping out hearts and gastroenteritis from consuming souls. At least the Warrants in SGT Humphrey’s units will be able retire on something less than 100% disability . . . Michael Swiger says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM This story is BS. Back in ’07 I saw a Drill Sergeant devour a Privates soul and I plainly remember the Earth opening as Satin’s minions pulled his flesh, organ and bone apart. Get your facts straight. El Mero Mero says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM fuck face drill instructors have a fuckin brown hat to back up their sorry ass excuse to lay hands on a teenage kids…smdh… Teri L. Bell says: January 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM No offense but anyone who joins the military under this tyrannical government and follows the orders of a dictator who likes to call him self the USA president are already brainwashed and have had their souls taken from them. You can get them back by standing up to this tyrannical government and non-American military officials. CPT 2003 says: August 17, 2012 at 8:04 AM and there I was, and this is no *&%@ Parris Island in the spring of 1989 where every day was like a day on the farm – a holiday, every meal a banquet, every paycheck a fortune (783 a month), and every formation a parade – well – maybe not – but you get the idea! Yes, my beloved Corps was real and fun but I can tell you from my foxhole – the Marines make the very finest Army Officers!!!!! Hurrah!! TopGoz says: August 15, 2012 at 9:06 PM “Drill Sergeant Francis Humphrey….” Seriously? Have you people lost your minds? Nobody calls him Francis. NOBODY. SGT N says: August 7, 2012 at 5:30 PM The fatty cake part just about made me piss my ACU’s…no joke. The Prophet Chuck says: May 22, 2012 at 2:20 PM Anthony: A) let’s not turn this into a pissing contest on “who had the harder whatever” B) your inability to put together a proper sentence is just mind boggling (spell check is your friend) The Green Weenie says: July 18, 2012 at 12:33 PM Since he was in the Corps in the 60’s, I think he’s lucky to have even posted a reply… I’m really honestly surprised he has a computer. He probably hasnt realized what spell check is yet. Much less its importance. Not trying to talk crap. Just honestly speaking. Bill Parris says: July 27, 2012 at 8:35 PM Yep he’s a lucky one Sam says: July 21, 2012 at 12:43 PM Point well made, Prophet. Bill Parris says: July 27, 2012 at 8:33 PM haha Anthony Touchet says: May 19, 2012 at 9:33 PM You Army guys do not know tought like a 60’s Marine Corps Drill Instructure, You People are lucky and the new Marines are lucky that youll never have seen that. Bill Parris says: July 27, 2012 at 8:33 PM And your crazy too just like me. Everyone thinks they had it tough shoot we were all just kids. John Curler says: May 18, 2012 at 7:50 PM Hey! That shit ain’t funny!! LIRight says: May 15, 2012 at 4:55 PM Subscription……….done. LIRight says: May 15, 2012 at 8:54 AM I swear Drill Sergeant Humphrey is the reincarnation of a Drill Sergeant I had back in 1966 – – Ft. Carson, of all places. I’m glad I found this blog….thanks to “This ain’t hell.” Great, funny as hell article….thanks! Paul says: May 15, 2012 at 8:58 AM Glad you like it! Don’t forget to subscribe — every day we have a new one. Huey says: May 14, 2012 at 9:16 AM Ft. Benning, 1987…we still were wearing the old steel pot liners in the “basic” portion of OSUT…hot as hell in August or early September, just got back from marching some ungodly amount back from a range….again, hot and dusty as hell, mouth feels like I gargled with kitty litter (used)…standing in the chow line fantasizing about a cup of water or that kool aid stuff…drill comes up and quizzes me “What’s your third general order private?” ….”I will guard everthing within….”…”No Private! your THIRD general order”….and then it happened…brain lock….”Uh….uh…my third general order is….I will guard everthing…” Then I saw it coming…a massive black meat hook to the side of my helmet liner…THWACK!!!! Down goes me…helmet liner flies across the lawn and into the bushes…now I am in deep doody…not only did I piss of a drill but my cover is gone….got smokes…but at least my soul didn’t get devoured….. the imagery at the end made me spit coffee…..”a bright light and then blood hit my face”…LOL Sam says: July 21, 2012 at 12:37 PM Yeah, I was at Benning in the summer of 1981, Harmony Church area. Your depiction is right on, man. I remember the night march when my drill sergeant knocked my steel pot and helmet liner off using my weapon to accomplish the deed. He knocked me into a ditch and yelled, “Don’t ever talk to my drill corporal that way!” and banged me in my mouth two good hard times. It was all I could do to catch up with fourth platoon and make sure my weapon was still operable. Good times… Sam says: July 21, 2012 at 12:39 PM But they sure as hell taught us combat and the art of war, under extreme duress.