.The Evil Empire reigns
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Just got in around 0400. Did some personals, then crashed around 0700. Got informed we now need to do PT daily (duh?) and keep a logbook; I already do this so not a big deal, whatever. Knock on the door at 1300: formation in 5 minutes, PTs are ok but get up there comes the call from another team leader in another squad. The three of us roll over and get ready (fourth man is on leave). As we make our way up to the Company TOC, we are passed by droves of sweaty guys in PTs yelling: "Don't go up there in PTs! We got smoked! Change into ACUs!" Whatever. We turn around and change. Upon arrival to the TOC, we see the 1SG yelling at people about wasting his time; this is going to go well. We form up and we are presented with a carepackage letter he found on the ground: someone sent some items and wrote "enjoy the sunscreen" which someone crossed out and wrote "enjoy the breastmilk." Not too mature, right? Well it's the Infantry after all and we hear far worse shit everyday. After much berating by the 1SG, we are informed that this is the first of many formations that we will have until someone fesses up to it. Every 2 hours and once the sun goes down, these formations will include PT. I'm not sure how this will work considering that we are strapped for manpower and we usually go weeks/months at a time without a day off.
Last week someone wrote that our unit was "...full of niggers from Detroit" in one of the shitters at one of the bases up north. We had to buy spraypaint at the PX and spraypaint every shitter we came across. Never mind this fact, or the fact that one of the shitters around here had "I want to fuck Lieutenant S2 (the battalion intelligence officer)'s ass and then fuckstart her mouth. I thought fuckstart was pretty clever, but again, not offensive. Now we are getting mass punished because someone wrote breastmilk on a letter found in the desert.
Complacency kills."
Fobbits need Ice Cream
Just got in around 0400. Did some personals, then crashed around 0700. Got informed we now need to do PT daily (duh?) and keep a logbook; I already do this so not a big deal, whatever. Knock on the door at 1300: formation in 5 minutes, PTs are ok but get up there comes the call from another team leader in another squad. The three of us roll over and get ready (fourth man is on leave). As we make our way up to the Company TOC, we are passed by droves of sweaty guys in PTs yelling: "Don't go up there in PTs! We got smoked! Change into ACUs!" Whatever. We turn around and change. Upon arrival to the TOC, we see the 1SG yelling at people about wasting his time; this is going to go well. We form up and we are presented with a carepackage letter he found on the ground: someone sent some items and wrote "enjoy the sunscreen" which someone crossed out and wrote "enjoy the breastmilk." Not too mature, right? Well it's the Infantry after all and we hear far worse shit everyday. After much berating by the 1SG, we are informed that this is the first of many formations that we will have until someone fesses up to it. Every 2 hours and once the sun goes down, these formations will include PT. I'm not sure how this will work considering that we are strapped for manpower and we usually go weeks/months at a time without a day off.
Last week someone wrote that our unit was "...full of niggers from Detroit" in one of the shitters at one of the bases up north. We had to buy spraypaint at the PX and spraypaint every shitter we came across. Never mind this fact, or the fact that one of the shitters around here had "I want to fuck Lieutenant S2 (the battalion intelligence officer)'s ass and then fuckstart her mouth. I thought fuckstart was pretty clever, but again, not offensive. Now we are getting mass punished because someone wrote breastmilk on a letter found in the desert.
Complacency kills."
Fobbits need Ice Cream
posted by madtom at 4:30 PM
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