True story Stephanie...during bootcamp we had a day of patrol exercises. Went out in the woods and actually got play army...which was aaaaaaaaaawesom (it didn't happen nearly as often as one might think).
Awesome until we realized we weren't getting any supper. We had been out too late and the mess hall would be closed by the time we got back.
With this in mind, one of the drill seargents (Mexican origin) went into a long, passionate tangent about the Tacos and Beer that were waiting for him at home....Tacos made by his wife no less. Laughing at our empty bellies and cold bunks the whole time.
It was the only time, during my whole time in uniform, that I actually wanted to kill someone.
True story Stephanie...during bootcamp we had a day of patrol exercises. Went out in the woods and actually got play army...which was aaaaaaaaaawesom (it didn't happen nearly as often as one might think).
ReplyDeleteAwesome until we realized we weren't getting any supper. We had been out too late and the mess hall would be closed by the time we got back.
With this in mind, one of the drill seargents (Mexican origin) went into a long, passionate tangent about the Tacos and Beer that were waiting for him at home....Tacos made by his wife no less. Laughing at our empty bellies and cold bunks the whole time.
It was the only time, during my whole time in uniform, that I actually wanted to kill someone.
Ha.
Tuesday is still my favorite day of the week.