The one thing I really hated in OSUT was a few times a week they DS would throw all of our crap that was in our lockers into one big pile in the middle of the bay and we had 5 minutes to put everything back to where it was. It wasn't how annoying it was that made it suck, it was the fact that the stuff in our locker was the ONLY stuff we had that was actually ours...so when it got messed with...we got heated lol
You didn't have locks on your foot lockers ? Jesus H Christ !!!, if there's nothing more than I hate is an unlocked foot locker.
We had mandatory inspections where during PT we had to have our locks off and resting on our pillows while they checked our lockers for contraband
The first 6 or so weeks of OSUT looked like the bottom image. Our beds easily came apart so the DS would intentionally throw everything in the middle of the bay. Fun times
One thing that always strikes me is how our entry training differed from branch to branch. And because the Corps runs 2 bases only for boot camp, there is no such thing as OSUT (One Station Unit Training). We all went to either Paris Island or San Diego, for 12-14 weeks of hell. Limited outside contact, everything from lights on to lights off strictly organized. And when you graduate from that you get 2 weeks leave, and report to your advanced training location. But as a Marine. No more Drill Instructors, and the instructors pretty much treat you like a Marine. I graduated in November 1983 at San Diego, and 2 weeks later reported in at Camp Pendleton for Infantry School. Other than not being allowed to have a car, it was not much different in most cases than future duty stations. Train from 0530 to around 1700 on average, then the rest of your time is on your own. Go to the E-Club, catch a bus or taxi and watch a movie or go to a strip club, do whatever you want. So long as you are there for PT in the morning it was fine. And as long as you did not have Fire Watch, your weekends were all yours. Most of those in Infantry School take advantage of that to see the sites in California. Disneyland on weekends is often full of them, as is Hollywood and other area tourist traps. Catch the bus to Downtown Oceanslime and then the train anywhere you want to go. That is what struck me as strange when I joined the Army. They still treat the kids in their AIT like recruits. Drill Sergeants, curfews, largely restricted to base at very limited times, it was so different from what I experienced.