One particular morning I was tasked by drill instructor Castaneda to wash a certain toilet. "Scrub it tell Chow Bitch, or tell I say otherwise!" He tells me before he straitens himself up and screams "WHHHAAA!" and chases another recruit down the hall. I ended up scrubbing every inch of that bowl, it must have been the shiniest bowl I have ever seen. I mean, I could see myself in it for fucks sake. But I know I must be here until he shows back up, if I disobey I'll end up on the quarterdeck... last time Bond had a scuff on a piece of his weapon at turn in time, Castaneda fried his ass on the quarter deck for like an hour. fuck that, so there I am scrubbing nothingness. I hear footsteps, but they aren't boot foot prints these are a kind of plastic kissing plastic instead of rubber; and drill instructors footsteps echoes through these halls-little alarms. I stand at attention and prepare to acknowledge his presence. I stand at attention, chin up, eyes forward, heels together, fists tight and along the trouser seam. A massive black senior drill instructor shows himself. "Good Afternoon sir!" I scream as loud as I can. He was clearly on his way past me he didn't even notice me, but he stops and almost skids. He walks slowly, swagger in his movement, he grins at me showing perfect white teeth, "What's your name recruit?" I start to shake as I yell out, "Recruit Bergh sir!!!" My name echoes throughout the porcelain room. The drill instructor comes really close and grabs me right above the left elbow, and with one full tug I am being evacuated from the barracks. All I can do is look up at him in wonder. He looks down at me and simply say's, "You're too small and too young to be here we have to get you to child protective services asap." The drill instructor gets About fifty feet outside of the barracks before SSgt Castaneda calls out, "Bring my Bitch back! I am not finished with him yet." Even at fifty feet away I can see the scar on his face take a new form do to the grin stretching his face. All I can think is its going to be a long day.
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