Story #4293

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Ft benning 2000…4th of July and we weren’t training..the platoons were ordered to perform are beautification and maintenance of the squad bays…so there we were sleeping on our racks…not doing what we were told…I had the bottom bunk..as I slept soundly dreaming of pussy and more pussy I felt something poking me from beneath my bunk…

I quickly awoke and looked over the side and didn’t see anything…30 seconds passed and I felt the invisible creature poking me again…I shouted a firm, “what the fuck!?!!!?” I looked over the edge again and drill sergeant H slid out from under my bunk…the smile of that very large and very black man contrasted sharply with the tone of his skin..and through that gold tooth he whispered, “hi buddy…:”

all hell soon broke loose..my bunk was flipped over..wall lockers crashed…push-ups were executed…tiles were broken in the floor…and it didn’t stop until he next morning when training re-commenced…to this day I still cringe when I see black people with gold teeth…I even cry sometimes…