Guns and Ammo Edition

 So a couple of weeks ago there was a military exercise between the U.S. Marines and the UK Marines and some other random countries who aren't important to this post. 

While you may not follow military news perhaps you heard that the UK Marines won with an astounding lack of numbers. There are many theories how this came to be. Not least of all that the UK Marines did a damn stellar job and deserve their victory. Come, not US Marines, no need to be wet blankets about it. As kids these day say "GG", which translates to "Good Game" because apparently those extra syllables are such a waste of time. (eye roll)

I was briefly in U.S. Marine Corps a lifetime ago. [REDACTED]. I was honorably discharged. Sometimes I miss the thrill of the hunt. I was top of my platoon for hand-to-hand combat and combat swimming. Who says cats don't like water? In boot camp they called me "Recruit Ghost" or "Recruit Moon" My platoon was predominately Black and since I never tan and rarely make a noise these nicknames were appropriate.

One night out in Weapons Battalion we'd hoofed it back to the squad bay after finding nothing left in the mess hall to eat but a few peas between us. We had only one Drill Instructor with us who discovered that our top floor squad bay was locked and she didn't have the key. We were order to stay there on the steps.

Normally after evening chow time you do "hygiene." This where you all file in for the briefest of cold showers and then line up in the squad bay naked to be inspected for any injuries to be documented by a Drill Instructor. Standing in the exterior stairwell we had nothing else to do but look around, where upon we noticed a male platoon in the building across from us doing hygiene. DO NOT PISS OFF A DRILL INSTRUCTOR (DI) during hygiene!

Well, the men did it. Their DI got pissed off about something and the men had to run around, push their bunks from one side to the other, jumping jacks, pushups all while their manly bits flapped all about! We may have missed out on dinner, but we got a great show!

Finally they put everything back in order and came back to stand at attention in front of their bunks like you're supposed too. It was then that I made eye contact with a red-haired fella. Eyes widened, a red blush started on his face and ran all the way down his body as he realized he was looking into someone else's eyes, a woman's eyes among a whole bunch of women's eyes! The squad bays have no curtains. Other men in his platoon are coming to the same horrifying conclusion and there is nothing they can do but continue to stand at attention!

This is when our DI arrived with the key. "What the hell you all looking at?" She says as her eyes follow our gaze. "Shiiiiiiiiit." She shakes her head powers up to the door and tells us to get our asses inside double time. Hahaha

Our Patron Saint of Platoon 4053 - Lauryn Hill