Story #2311

I was the shit head soldier, got in trouble for moving at attention, couldn’t get inspection arms correctly etc. One day while waiting to dump my tray at the DFAC line, DS M (a former Marine grunt, current 7th Group SF) spots me like a god damn eagle with food in my mouth. All i hear is my name yelled across the DFAC and suddenly everyone in the DFAC was staring at me. DS M asked if i had food in my mouth, and before i could answer the 5 foot nothing DS was in my face. He asked me how come i got to eat in line, while everyone else was already done. He made me swallow my food and then ordered me to pick up my spoon. He then told me to feed him. He opened his mouth and said FEED ME PVT! I’M HUNGRY AND YOU INTERRUPTED MY LUNCH! As i picked up the spoon he yelled GET THE FUCK OUT MY DFAC. Pretty sure i got my platoon smoked for a bit. Just one of my many shit head stories.