Keesler...
We had a big snow-ice storm there ..roomy and I went down to Hiway 90 to watch the tourists crash their cars after lunch for a coupla hours.. Some great entertainment.
I played a sound effect tape on the killer stereo I had built ..had a part that sounded like a german shepherd just goin ballistic ..roomy had a shirt that was all ripped up, so he scratched his arms up and jumped into the hall, slammed the door, yelled BAD DOG .. all of this while the brand new busload of troops from Basic was in the office gettin their rooms assigned. (our room was 2 doors down from the office ..LOL)
The TI was not amused.
By the time he came storming up, knocking on the door,
..and screaming that "DOGS WERE NOT ALLOWED IN HIS BARRACKS"
..we were layin on our beds ostensibly reading books.
Then he noticed there wasnt a dog.
'No dog here sir?'
'I think that was next door sir?'
-innocent looks-
Gawd we had so much fun with that tape.
Then there was shootin bottle rockets at people down in the square from the 3rd floor break room.. and being grabbed by the red rope to help find who was doing it .. one of the hardest things I had ever done was not to just plain lose it right there.
And the guy from Tennessee who refused to shower ..taller than I was, solid ..took 6 of us, but he took a shower with a 'swirly' thrown in for bein so much trouble.
And gettin so blown away on Hash the night before Monday inspection that we were still stoned the next morning .. and I laughed in formation right at the TI. I couldnt help it. He stood directly in front, 6" nose-to-nose, and his head bobbed around like you see a roosters..side to side ..up and down ..checkin us out.
I lost it.
Then there were a few snickers ..then a laugh from behind me.
We were in deep
-Frank, aka GE
