We were sitting in front of our barracks at the reception battalion and had just been issued our dog tags and birth controls. Apparently reception was painfully boring for more than just us dumb privates. A Captain had walked out of the processing building and decided to entertain himself by messing with the new privates. Upon walking up to our group, and before our Drill Sergeant had the opportunity to acknowledge the officer the Captain reached over and knocked the DSs cover off onto the ground in front of Private N. All of us knew you are to never touch a DSs hat, and so did that Captain. “Private N, pick up the DSs cover and hand it to him.” At this point everybody knew what was going on. The DS chimes in with, “If you touch my cover I will destroy you Private.” Private N was so terrified of the outcome that he is frozen. He can either disobey the Captains order, or become the DSs new play thing. Either way hes screwed. The Captain is now getting impatient and yells at Private N, “Pick up the cover Private!” So Private N does, and as soon as the DS snatches the hat out of Private Ns hands he puts private N in the front leaning rest. While Private N is doing pushups the DS is inches away from Private Ns ear, yelling obscenities at the top of his lungs at Private N. After recovering, the Captain reaches over and knocks the cover off again. “Private N, pick up the DSs cover.” This pattern continued for about half an hour till the Captain had to return to his office. Private N was drenched in sweat, and the DS had this to say. “No matter how fed up the orders are Privates, if the brass tells you to do it, do it.” Ft. Jackson 2011
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 18:00:02 +0000
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