Squids. Hehe

Its odd that they made you face your locker when a DI/SI went on a yelling spree.
We got spit in our faces and had the pleasure of being able to identify the offending instructor by the smell of his breath after a few weeks.
We also got the **** kicked out of us consistantly... but they wont show you that on the History Channel special.
Dont kid yourself into thinking its easy Hawk... or in alot of cases fun... but youll never regret doing it.
4:00AM get up.. run, run, run, puke, eat chow, puke. Drop a deuce, find out they took away all toilet paper, improvise, run, run, run, eat chow, run, run, puke, get instruction, run, run, run, clean rifle, participate in company drills because some ****bird in Bravo 3 didnt make his bed right, run, run, eat chow, run, run, run puke, run. Instruction, clean rifle again, meet the company First Sergeant for some contrived reason, get acquainted with C1S, shower/shine, lights out, do all the **** at night you couldnt do during the day - hope you dont get caught, get caught, participate with rest of platoon and whip wool blankets over head for an hour because that one dumb kid got caught in the ladder well writing to his girlfriend, get yelled at because of all the wool on teh floor, clean squad bay at 2AM, go to bed at 3AM, wake up at 4Am, repeat.
Good times!!
