Re: A tail of warrior past life.
Posted: 28 Jan 2022, 01:40
So as soon as I turned 18 on the day that I graduated from high school, I was already on the bus to join the US Army. Everyone else was doing graduation parties. I was doing intake for the Army. Again I was a bit weird. I trained to be a Ranger in the US Army since I was 10 or 11. I trained with my dad and his Ranger buddies. Over the years, they had put me through intense training that most wouldn't even do and how they started special ops. Not because they were cruel, because I loved it. It was like a drug, something about the challenges pushing yourself even harder to learn those skills and honing them was absolutely addicting.
So I'm going to tell you some stories about my life and Boot Camp
So are drill instructor Sgt. William. Like to push me extra hard. Because he had noticed quickly that everything seemed to be way too easy for me, but it didn't come that easy for everyone in my platoon. There was this poor fella. Who never seem to get anything quite right. He always had to do more disciplinary action and was a bit scatterbrained. But the man had a heart of gold. There wasn't anybody that had ever seen try so hard not and came out barely par. That man had more fight in him than anybody else I ever met. He did triple the amount of stuff everyone else did maybe got himself to barely passing scores. That man never gave up. He had more grit than anyone I've ever met
It had rained solidly for two weeks. Everyone else was back in their bunk, trying to get warm and dry their clothes. My buddy private Womack was out there in the mud and the rain because he had pretty much messed up on everything. Again doing personal time with the Sgt..
I make my way back out as private Womack is chest-deep in the mud holding his gun above his head. I turned around and made my way back. I climbed down in the mud pit with him put my rifle over my head. I looked over at my Sgt. At the top of my lungs, I yell/sing.
"Napalm sticks to all the children,
all the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
They all scream when it ignites,
Napalm sticks to all the children of the world!"
The Sgt. opens his mouth to start yelling at me. Private Womack smiles from ear to year. You can barely see his eyes as he is entirely absolutely covered in mud. It is hard to tell where the mud ends and where private Womack begins. He smiles the biggest smile I had ever seen him ever smile. His gleaming white teeth shined in the darkness from the flashlight the Sgt. had pointed on us. His spirit gleamed like it was the first time he had gotten laid. Then he proceeded to sing at the top of his lungs, which I quickly joined in drowning out the Sgt. yelling at both of us as we marched in place covered in mud with our guns above our heads.
"I am stuck on Napalm,
'cause Napalm's stuck on me.
I am stuck on Napalm,
That you can plainly see.
'cause it sticks on little children,
And it sticks on APCs.
I am stuck on Napalm,
'cause Napalm's stuck on me."
As we finished doing a cadence is that is relatively blacklisted. In our, Sgt. was threatening to punish us even more. The rain started coming down so hard that you could barely even see our faces lit up from the flashlight. Our Sgt. picked up the flashlight gave it a double-click letting us know that he was calling it. Private Womack and I pulled ourselves out of the mud more like swam ourselves out. It rained so hard, but the time we had gotten back to the barracks, neither of us was really covered in mud.
So I'm going to tell you some stories about my life and Boot Camp
So are drill instructor Sgt. William. Like to push me extra hard. Because he had noticed quickly that everything seemed to be way too easy for me, but it didn't come that easy for everyone in my platoon. There was this poor fella. Who never seem to get anything quite right. He always had to do more disciplinary action and was a bit scatterbrained. But the man had a heart of gold. There wasn't anybody that had ever seen try so hard not and came out barely par. That man had more fight in him than anybody else I ever met. He did triple the amount of stuff everyone else did maybe got himself to barely passing scores. That man never gave up. He had more grit than anyone I've ever met
It had rained solidly for two weeks. Everyone else was back in their bunk, trying to get warm and dry their clothes. My buddy private Womack was out there in the mud and the rain because he had pretty much messed up on everything. Again doing personal time with the Sgt..
I make my way back out as private Womack is chest-deep in the mud holding his gun above his head. I turned around and made my way back. I climbed down in the mud pit with him put my rifle over my head. I looked over at my Sgt. At the top of my lungs, I yell/sing.
"Napalm sticks to all the children,
all the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
They all scream when it ignites,
Napalm sticks to all the children of the world!"
The Sgt. opens his mouth to start yelling at me. Private Womack smiles from ear to year. You can barely see his eyes as he is entirely absolutely covered in mud. It is hard to tell where the mud ends and where private Womack begins. He smiles the biggest smile I had ever seen him ever smile. His gleaming white teeth shined in the darkness from the flashlight the Sgt. had pointed on us. His spirit gleamed like it was the first time he had gotten laid. Then he proceeded to sing at the top of his lungs, which I quickly joined in drowning out the Sgt. yelling at both of us as we marched in place covered in mud with our guns above our heads.
"I am stuck on Napalm,
'cause Napalm's stuck on me.
I am stuck on Napalm,
That you can plainly see.
'cause it sticks on little children,
And it sticks on APCs.
I am stuck on Napalm,
'cause Napalm's stuck on me."
As we finished doing a cadence is that is relatively blacklisted. In our, Sgt. was threatening to punish us even more. The rain started coming down so hard that you could barely even see our faces lit up from the flashlight. Our Sgt. picked up the flashlight gave it a double-click letting us know that he was calling it. Private Womack and I pulled ourselves out of the mud more like swam ourselves out. It rained so hard, but the time we had gotten back to the barracks, neither of us was really covered in mud.