I remember one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. It was also one of the first experiences that I had
in the Army. This was before BT actually started, in the first few days of in-processing when the hair comes off
and the pickle suits go on. Everyone is working on the simple essentials, like the difference between stripes
and bars, and how to operate a floor buffer. One of those simple essentials is that you don't wear cover in the
building, so everyone quickly picked up the habit of stepping through the door, reaching for the hat, and tucking
it down behind your lower back. So, another day goes by, and from the latrine we hear,"GODDAMMIT! SON OF
A B****! .... And on and on. This poor red faced f***er is walking out of the latrine, surrounded by laughing
trainees, his hat wet and dripping and held at arm's length. What's a guy supposed to do? Throw it away? If
you're issued two hats, how're you ever going to remember which one you sh** in after it fell from your belt into
the crapper?
I remember one of the funniest things I've ever seen in my life. It was also one of the first experiences that I had
in the Army. This was before BT actually started, in the first few days of in-processing when the hair comes off
and the pickle suits go on. Everyone is working on the simple essentials, like the difference between stripes
and bars, and how to operate a floor buffer. One of those simple essentials is that you don't wear cover in the
building, so everyone quickly picked up the habit of stepping through the door, reaching for the hat, and tucking
it down behind your lower back. So, another day goes by, and from the latrine we hear,"GODDAMMIT! SON OF
A B****! .... And on and on. This poor red faced f***er is walking out of the latrine, surrounded by laughing
trainees, his hat wet and dripping and held at arm's length. What's a guy supposed to do? Throw it away? If
you're issued two hats, how're you ever going to remember which one you sh** in after it fell from your belt into
the crapper?
