Word, drill sergeant.
Heres some basic pictures, if you're running dialup, I dont care.
Heres me and my battle buddy. I was the tallest kid in my platoon. I was squared away, drill sergeant never talked to me, never individually smoked me, only knew my name the last few weeks when they saw all the weight I lost and the good PT I was doing. Now my battle buddy was the shortest, most annoying (to me AND the drill sergeants), messiest, unsquared away, PT test failing kid in the platoon, and he was my battle buddy. I straightened him out though, but hes still a god damn retard, but I miss the little bastard.
This is me and drill sergeant Rupert. DS was from Rhode Island, so he dug that I was from New England. He'd be like "Rae, you fucking maine lobster.". Or my favorite "Rae, you live near Gray, Maine? I fucked the shit out of that chick for years in college. Man, to this day shes still the best fuck I ever had". See, you maine chicks have a reputation. Congragulations. In this picture, he was cracking jokes about me being thin, and I still had my game face on. But drill sergeant was laughing, and blinking too...
Me and Kathy, game face on. Self explanitory. Chicks dig the beret.
The Wolf pack, probably plotting our final smoking, which we definitely got, let me tell you. DS Rubert and DS Zawolo. Yep.
Me in front of my locker. Look at how neat that fucker is. I was proud of that, I kept it clean every day unless we just did a 2am ruck march and I didnt care as long as the shit wasnt on my back. But yeah, thats it.
Me, keegan and kyla. This was the picture right before we got in the car and left, so I was really anxious to leave if you can guess.
So this isnt my most attractive picture, but it had to be in here. This is me being struck by three months of sleep deprivation, long PT, getting smoked and walking with the rucksack for up to 15k. Drill sergeant would say "The Z monster ate that fucker".
So thats a few, I have more but you'll have to get to me for them.
Have fun, college rules.
PFC E
Heres me and my battle buddy. I was the tallest kid in my platoon. I was squared away, drill sergeant never talked to me, never individually smoked me, only knew my name the last few weeks when they saw all the weight I lost and the good PT I was doing. Now my battle buddy was the shortest, most annoying (to me AND the drill sergeants), messiest, unsquared away, PT test failing kid in the platoon, and he was my battle buddy. I straightened him out though, but hes still a god damn retard, but I miss the little bastard.
This is me and drill sergeant Rupert. DS was from Rhode Island, so he dug that I was from New England. He'd be like "Rae, you fucking maine lobster.". Or my favorite "Rae, you live near Gray, Maine? I fucked the shit out of that chick for years in college. Man, to this day shes still the best fuck I ever had". See, you maine chicks have a reputation. Congragulations. In this picture, he was cracking jokes about me being thin, and I still had my game face on. But drill sergeant was laughing, and blinking too...
Me and Kathy, game face on. Self explanitory. Chicks dig the beret.
The Wolf pack, probably plotting our final smoking, which we definitely got, let me tell you. DS Rubert and DS Zawolo. Yep.
Me in front of my locker. Look at how neat that fucker is. I was proud of that, I kept it clean every day unless we just did a 2am ruck march and I didnt care as long as the shit wasnt on my back. But yeah, thats it.
Me, keegan and kyla. This was the picture right before we got in the car and left, so I was really anxious to leave if you can guess.
So this isnt my most attractive picture, but it had to be in here. This is me being struck by three months of sleep deprivation, long PT, getting smoked and walking with the rucksack for up to 15k. Drill sergeant would say "The Z monster ate that fucker".
So thats a few, I have more but you'll have to get to me for them.
Have fun, college rules.
PFC E