Story #2320

Basic. October 2014. Pvt Super Hooah placed himself on a pedestal giving all of us “lesser” dickheads motivational speeches during reception. Told us about his baby girl and how was there to make her proud and how we needed to be strong. Pvt Super Hooah went into the first week with held held high. Of Course the DS adjusted his disposition quickly. First day of week two we all show up for PT and Pvt Super Hooah is gone. Of course the Army doesn’t give a shit about soldiers unless they have NODs or the firing pin to a rifle on them, so we just waiting. Turns out the kid broke into the personal possession room, got his clothes and walked off base. AWOL. He shows up at Hardys a fucking mile off base and asks to use this guy’s cell phone. He calls his dad, who’s an officer in the Army, asks him to pick him up, he can’t hack it. Not only does Pvt Super Hooahs dad call the MPs but the guy who’s cell he borrowed is a fucking DS on base. He also calls the MPs. Now Pvt Dumbshit is returned to our unit and paraded around the coward he actually is. Did the Army boot him? Nope. Recycled. Why the fucking we keep shitbags like him I don’t know.