High on the list of annoying circumstances are drill assignments. One of the more time consuming and stressing of which is the infamous "Defense Positions" drill, where our dear platoon commander appears on the corridor and chooses to either shout at the top of his lungs, or whisper to a passer-by: "DEFENSE POSITIONS!!!" He then stands back and watches the comedy unfold, as everyone who heard that doubles the command. Thus we have a chain reaction of everyone snaps up and charges to their locker, shouting "DEFENSE POSITIONS!!!!!" After quick scramble around and a panicked jump into combat gear, we charge through the weapons room, grabbing out weapons and collapse, panting, to our defensive position somewhere on the corridor, making sure that whichever sorry soul to step foot on our corridor, or bedroom has a full view of at least three rifle barrels.
Such a drill can happen at any time, irrespective of what is going on. Only 4 days ago, we got treated to full moons and weenies on the corridor, as some people were forced to cut their showers and sauna sessions short for the lovely drill.
Now we all wait in frantic worry of getting it at night. Sweet dreams!
Such a drill can happen at any time, irrespective of what is going on. Only 4 days ago, we got treated to full moons and weenies on the corridor, as some people were forced to cut their showers and sauna sessions short for the lovely drill.
Now we all wait in frantic worry of getting it at night. Sweet dreams!
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