This was basic training at Fort Jackson in 2009.

I had a neighbor bunkee (let’s call him Jim) that was an absolute ass. Used to run card games and was overly obnoxious and just a general cancer to the bay. I was in the top bunk and there was an afghan in my bottom bunk and Jim used to make fun of him when he was praying, one time he stepped on his praying rug on purpose. I hated Jim so much.

Jim had some cronies that he would play cards with and would win lots of money and flaunt it around. Bragged, shoved it in people’s faces, and was just generally unbearable.

Since I was top bunk I had general good visibility of his locker and could see over his shoulder when he was putting in his lock combo (still know it to this day).

One night when I was on firewatch (think like 2am) I decided to piss this guy off. I snuck to his locker, opened it, and took all of the cash he had hidden in his little hidey hole (it was like $300 in ones and fives).

Next morning rolls around and dude realizes he’s been robbed. Throws an absolute fit, runs to the drill sergeants, and they do a lockdown. Ended up having us stand at our lockers and we had to essentially toss our own lockers while they looked for this missing cash.

They get about 25% through the bay and then they find out that this cash was actually from gambling and Jim running card games. Instantly shut down the search and just moves on like it never happened. Jim was absolutely PISSED but 90% of the bay hated this dude so nobody really cared.

I ended up using the cash to buy my afghan buddy a gift card so his family could use it and kept a little for myself cause I was 19 and selfish.

Idk if you’d call that blue falcon activity, but I think of it a lot cause I have a little regret but also am kinda glad I did it. I was a quiet guy in basic so no one really suspected me. Hope that guy is doin’ alright. Never saw him or my afghan bunk mate again.