Back in 1984, We were going back to the barracks. We were about a week away from graduating. The barracks always have to be secure. There always has to be a guard. There is a guard posted 24/7. Every two hours a guard is rotated. That particular day, we had a guard posted from a class that was junior. One of the two drill instructors assigned to our class, was absolutely huge. He had a voice like a freight train. He looked like a defensive end. You never needed a hearing aid when he gave commands. We had just come back from finishing our paperwork out processing requirements. We were going back to our barracks. Our D.I. decided to test the new guard. The door to the barracks is always locked. There are several questions at the top of the door to ask, when someone requests entry into the barracks. The D.I. walked to the door where the window was located. He asked for the guard to let him in. The guard proceeded to ask the D.I., the correct questions that a person needs to answer, before the door can be opened. The D.I. would not answer the questions or show his I.D., that the guard was asking for. The D.I. became a "little" upset. Here was a smart "new" guard that would not let him enter his (own barracks). The D.I. began kicking, banging, and yelling for the new guard to let him in. We were all behind the D.I. waiting single file to enter our barracks. We figured this "new" guard would end up getting thrown out. We figured he was toast. The D.I. was still yelling at the guard. He was getting nowhere. He began to change his voice. He now asked the guard in a nice voice what he wanted him to do ? How could he enter his own barracks ? No more yelling or kicking the door. The D.I. asked the new guard; if he wanted him to get the section supervisor ? The D.I. banged and kicked the door again after the guard began to ask the same questions. The D.I. finally put his I.D. on the glass window. The guard opened the door. The D.I. grabbed his shirt gently. The D.I. said nice job. We all walked into our barracks past the "new" guard. We all patted him on the back, as we walked past him. He looked rather green in color.