When I was in Army basic training, we had one guy in my platoon named Scheuler. He was always losing stuff (or having it stolen). Just before we went on our first field exercise, our assistant Drill Sergeant called all of us together. The DI's name was Angulo and he had a thick Hispanic accent.

"When we go into the field, some of you are going to lose stuff. Scheuler, you're probably going to lose yourself so we'll have to come looking for you. I'll be following your trail. Look, there's his canteen. There's his shelter-half. Sooner or later, I'm going to find you. Now, don't you do like some other fools have done. When I find you, you'd better not run off. Cause if you do, when I catch you, the accident report is going to read, 'Scheuler ran into a tree!'"

Scheuler was considered the company clutz until several weeks later. In our last week of Basic, we had a 16 mile speed march with full equipment. Sometime during that march, Scheuler suffered a stress fracture of his leg. He never complained and kept going. For the rest of that week, he did everything we did including physical training (running a lot), marching, and the PT test. He went into the first week of Infantry training before finally telling a DI that his leg hurt. When he came back from sick call with a cast on his leg and we learned the story, Scheuler got a lot more respect. He was pretty tough. He tried to keep up with us with a cast on his leg but the Army put a stop to that. He was put on casual status until his leg healed and was assigned to another company to finish his training. I never saw him after that.