Story #2159

Week 3 of BCT, and we just began to go over Basic Rifle Marksmanship. We were at a practice range, not shooting anything, but being taught how to clear our weapons, and how to act at the range. There was this one specialist from our platoon who wasn’t paying attention to anything being said, and the DS in charge had to keep correcting her. When she didn’t put her weapon on safe, DS M lost his patience.

DS M: PRIVATE, IVE SAID IT COUNTLESS TIMES ALREADY, PUT YOUR FUCKIN WEAPON ON SAFE!!

He then looks down and sees her rank.

DS M: Wait a minute, you’re not a private, you’re a specialist! That means you have a masters degree! So you must be “smart”!!

How the FUCK did you get a masters degree? Did you get it off the back of a GOD DAMN BOX OF CEREAL?!?

Cuz this shit ISN’T THAT HARD!!