No smokes and no dip either... at Bliss we had a roster and guys took turns going over the wire fence at night after bed check and humping it to the CircleK about a mile off across open ground with a shopping list and cash to requistion supplies. We thought we were pretty clever, snickers bars, beer, cigarettes and me with my Kodiak.
I of course was relaxing one early evening with a dip in my mouth when the Senior Drill Sergeant had us fall out. I am standing there with a cheek full of tobacco and I had never learned to gut it so I am dying to spit... I moved and tried to spit next to my boot and hoped no one would see in the twilight... wrong.
Another drill sergeant was behind us and he went ballistic... next thing I know I have swallowed my whole dip and am down beating my face... I puke and continue pushing them out till I collapsed in my vomit... I could have stopped if I had told them how I got the dip but I figured I would rather suck it up than have my ass kicked in by my platoon.
Good news was that I quit. To this day I cannot smell anything close to wintergreen without getting dry heaves.
Listen to PJ and quit now, it will make life much easier. Going into basic trying to kick an addiction is a recipe for added heartache.