During boot camp at Parris Island we were called a lot of things: motherfuckers, grannyjammers, maggots, shitbirds, turds, numbnuts, and a few other things the PC crowd might find offensive. We were called boys, too. Here is one of my favorites exchanges:
Drill Instructor to Recruit: Do you like me, boy?
Recruit: Sir, yes, sir.
Drill Instructor: I can't hear you. Do you like me, boy?
Recruit (shouting): Sir, yes, sir!
Drill instructor: Boy, don't you know that liking leads to loving and loving leads to *******?
Recruit: Sir, yes, sir!
Drill Instructor: Do you want to **** me boy?
Recruit: Sir, no, sir!
Drill Instructor: Well, boy, do you like me?
Recruit: Sir, no sir!
Drill Instructor: Well, why don't you like me? Have I been pushing you too hard? Do you want to be home with your mommy? You turds ain't seen nothing yet. Platoon: right face, double time … march.