A drill instructor is sort of like this dog. There are two types: The drill instructors – the green belts; and the senior drill instructors – the black belts.
The senior drill instructors sort of 'unleash' the green belts onto us with a "Stand by for your drill instructors" and they come running in basically screaming. We're all used to it now. They've lost their bearings in front of us a few times now (i.e. smiled or grinned) and once we caught through a porthole (a window) Sgt. Sagullo kissing a guy.
Today the DIs had us name our weapons. Sagullo was like "And it had better be a good strong name too. Like…like Bob." We crack up and surprisingly all she says is, "That is the only time you're allowed to laugh because I'm about to take you back to the pit for that." She was smiling, though.
Anyway, we were to name them after a guy who has pissed us off so that we slap the rifle around. I already have bruises from smacking mine, which is ideal. So mine is "Alex the M16 A2 service rifle." How funny is that?
Also, I love food.
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