Remembering Basic Training. A soldier 2 ranks behind me farted in formation during an open rank inspection. The drill sergeant got a whiff of it and made the kid 'suck it up' with his mouth like a vacuum cleaner, run it 200 yards away from formation and exhale. The poor kid was dubbed 'fresh air private' and from that point until the end of basic training, every-time a fart or offensive smell hit the Drill Sergeant, you guessed it! "Where the fucks my fresh air private? Get over her and clean up this mess!"