Story #4315

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It was the summer of 1990. We were in about our sixth week of basic and it was too hot for training outside so the DS Drill sergeant Nice (as I’ll call him) was having a class in our barracks. We were all sitting in our sick feet because the only ones allowed to have boots on was the drill sergeants.

The floor had a mirror shine on it as we constantly buffed it at night while we stood guard. As he was teaching his class private Dumbass slides back behind his wall locker to get something more important to him than listen to the DS. He hadn’t been there long before DS Nice kicked his locker shut and began screaming in his face asking if what he was doing was more important than listening to him. Private Dumbass sat there not saying a damn thing.

All of a sudden DS Nice yelled answer me dammit. Private Dumbass jump in his face and screamed something that I can’t remember. The next thing we saw has Private Dumbass sliding across the slick floor under the bunks (because DS Nice gave him a right hook to the jaw).

DS Nice said you better stay there unless you want some more. Then he turned to the rest of us and said class dismissed.

So if you don’t think a DS can touch you just try and chest bump and scream in his face.