Maybe every training company had one of these guys. Private H was an intellectual but in terms of common sense, dumb as a bag of hammers. A little doughy and pale was he. The appearance was completed with a pair of late 1980s era issued eyewear (RPGs, i.e. Rape Prevention Glasses. He was one of those privates whose name was known day 1. His primary problem in his training was his perception that Drill Sergeants were just older friends. Particularly, he failed to understand when a Drill Sergeant was finished with a block of instruction and asked, What are your questions? it wasnt an open call to voice opinions, offer friendly critique or make suggestions for future presentations. One day, Senior Drill Sergeant M had enough. He gave the formation the command of At Ease and disappeared into the mysterious doorway labeled Day Room. He reemerged moments later with a white bedsheet, a newspaper folded into a triangle and a safety pin. He had Private H donn the newspaper hat and fastened the bedsheet around his neck like a cape. He announced for the remainder of the day, each time Private H was addressed, he was to respond, Drill Sergeant, I am the Burger King because I like to have things my way. That day, I swear our platoon marched well outside a direct course just to have contact with other Drill Sergeants. Word must have traveled quickly. Each Drill Sergeant made a point to ask Private H a question. I almost felt guilty that day for giggling at each Drill Sergeant-Private H encounter. Private H seemed to come to an understanding the U.S. Army was not going to adapt to him but that he needed to adapt to the big green machine. Ft. McClellan
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 18:00:02 +0000
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