I'm a writer -- a poet, even. I'm a food blogger and a baker and everything, but one of the reasons I love blogging so much is because it's an outlet for my writing. But my tone is usually anecdotal, silly, familiar. Something about pressed sandwiches, though, made me think about times in my life I've felt pressed. As a result, this post on Willow
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Are by chance from the Gulf Coast? =)
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The first thing that popped into my head. Honestly:
In Basic Training we occasionally spent too much time in the field (usually marksmanship) to do PT. So we would have these short, excruciatingly intense PTs before heading back to the barracks. One of the things we did was chain push-ups: you do push-ups while some other guy's feet are on your shoulders. Even the guy in front wasn't safe- he had the last guy's feet on his shoulders in a big circle kind of thing.
I'm 5'-7" and at the time weighed about 150 pounds. the guy in front of me was named Bartkowiak and he was EASILY 6'-4" and 250 pounds. And his feet were on my shoulders, doing push-ups.
I'm pretty sure the drill sergeant did that on purpose. He probably thought it was hilarious x.x
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There was a silver lining, though: my MOS was 92G- Food Service Specialist. And in the Army, the cook is EVERYONE'S best friend :)
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