Story #4334

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So no sh*t there I was Ft. Jackson Feb. 2007 (You can stop reading and go whack off to your amputee porn.For those of you that stayed congratulations).Having grown up in the tropics it was colder than a witches tit in a brass bra.

I was a fat and out of shape pvt.I was running through the woods trying to complete the obstacle course. DS’s were swarming everywhere waiting for some poor soul to devour that fell behind.I was the second to the last one.

My platoon DS, DS G.He was an ex marine and infantryman with an evil grin that would have Satan sh*tting his pants.When I finally dragged my ass to the finish.He charged at me for taking my sweet ass time.He knife handed me and promised me he was gonna make a soldier outta me yet.I made the mistake of rolling my eyes at him (I’m surprised the swarm didn’t come down on me kill me).He then told me to get out of his kill zone or he was gonna bury me in the woods.

I was pathetic. DS G was always behind me during our ruck marches and pt runs.Telling me he was gonna bury me in the woods if I even thought about slowing down.Fast forward to the final pt test.I was short by 28 seconds on my run.They gave me one last shot before family day.Aced my pushups and sit ups.The dreaded 2 mile run was next.I prayed to whatever Gods would listen in the hopes I’d pass.

My final lap or so I thought. DS G is grading me. I’m the only one running.I pass the finish line and start to slow down. “17:56!” He shouts.I made it.I was about to mentally celebrate until I hear him scream “WTF are you doing PVT O?KEEP FCKEN GOING!LAST FCKEN LAP PRIVATE!”.I was certain that was my last lap.

No time to think.I sprinted as fast as my little legs could go.I stopped for a second and puked my guts out.Wiped all the bile and whatever was left the night before and pressed on.I’m gonna fail.I’m gonna be recycled.I crossed the finish line.DS gives me that bone chilling smile and shouts “17:56 PVT O!Outfucken standing!”.

I had this puzzled look on my face.DS G grins and says “why you lookin’ at me like I have a dick on my forehead pvt??”.

I asked him if the previous lap was my last.He chuckled and my skin crawled.”You just had you a celebratory lap PVT O.Congrats you’re graduating.Now get off my fucken track before I bury you in the woods”.