Drill Instructor got us up at zero dark thirty, on the grinder(a place to march) at the rifle range, in our skivvies and flip-flops, to wave at Neil Armstrong...
Drill Instructor got us up at zero dark thirty, on the grinder(a place to march) at the rifle range, in our skivvies and flip-flops, to wave at Neil Armstrong... Haha. How cool. I think I was in my jammies, looking all like a Norman Rockwell painting.
A memory you can hold on to forever. Though I bet you weren't all that into it at the time.
They have grinders at the Po-po academy too. Police are copycatters.
