1989, Ft. Gordon, AIT... My dumb ass is hungover @ PT (like the rest of the cable dogs) and Ive got to shit, BADLY. Therefore I am not following the lead as I should, being all cramped up. As one would expect, an instructor came to correct me. I inform him that This private is fighting a bowel movement revolt Drill Sergeant. His reply is for yours truly to Go ahead and shit right here then. My, idiotic, hungover, young and stupid response was to ask for his hat... No, it was not the brown round, thank you very much. Then he spoke one, quiet word with such disdain, that I felt it, more than heard it. The word of course, was Drop 3 hours and a pair of shitty PT shorts later, I was allowed to drag my pathetic self to barracks. Im pretty sure he took it easy on me. J Ft Gordon, GA
Posted on: Wed, 18 Jun 2014 14:40:21 +0000