Posted on 11/14/2017 8:09:48 PM PST by PROCON
It's true, I can't believe I've held this incredible pain inside me for so long but I have to tell somebody how cruelly and unfairly I was treated, Oh so long ago.
I was new to the Army, heading to Basic Training in 1969, wanting to make a difference and serve my country and America but what I encountered shook me to my very core.
Me, a wide-eyed recruit, got off the bus at Fort Lewis Washington and was immediately yelled at and verbally abused by this looming, big, (and mean), Staff Sergeant named SSG Gritman.
He singled me out immediately because he hated me and made me fall into a position I would come to know and hate, the FRONT LEANING REST Position, (*SOB*), to do push-ups I didn't deserve to do because I was nice person!!
This monster of a man continued to demean and harass me throughout the entire 8 weeks of training, always singling me out as if I were his pet DOG, never relenting, never cutting me slack, never saying he was sorry!
Well, here it is, the reason I confessed my pain and suffering from so long ago; I want to find former Drill Sergeant Gritman, and have Congress indict him on charges of having been mean to me those many years ago.
I don’t see any horns on you...
My brother was no angel either, at least when I was 5.
If it was me, I would want to find him, shake his hand, and thank him.
THE CATTLE CARS!! WOO-HOO!
Did he sign your yearbook?
Wait a sec, I'm playing the victim here, get outta my face!
E-1-1 Ft. Lewis ...getting Pots and Pans suty in the Mess Hall was worse than any Drill Sergeant.
Satire/
I have PTSD From my DI hitting me in the head with a tree branch for not covering down fast enough on the rifle range. Sure I was one out of 6 in my platoon that qualified expert thanks to his teaching. Sure He gave me 3 hostess fruit cakes as a reward for that day, and because the guys ahead and behind me in my squad were fatties. I have PTSD because my DI was a great motivator and teacher. REEEEE!
This is not bad...
"...Sergeant Gritman..."
duty*
Don’t get me started on the Nuns [shudder]! I still suffer from respect for others and a strong work ethic...
This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
It starts with the bugler blowin' reveille over your bed when you arrive
Jack, that's the G. I. Jive
Roodley-toot
Jump in your suit
Make a salute
Boot!!
After you wash and dress
More or less
You go get your breakfast in a beautiful little café they call "The Mess"
Jack, when you convalesce
Outta your seat
Into the street
Make with the feet
Reet!!
If you're a P-V-T, your duty
Is to salute to L-I-E-U-T
But if you brush the L-I-E-U-T
The M-P makes you K-P on the Q-T
This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
They give you a private tank that features a little device called "fluid drive"
Jack, after you revive
Chuck all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk!!
This is the G. I. Jive
Man alive
They give you a private tank that features a little device called "fluid drive"
Jack, if you still survive
Chuck all your junk
Back in the trunk
Fall on your bunk
Clunk!!
Soon you're countin' jeeps
But before you count to five
Seems you're right back diggin' that G. I. Jive.
You the MAN!
Good old WWII barracks in North Fort.
My favorite, “No Time For Sergeants”. That latrine scene were all the toilet seats flipped to attention makes me laugh to this day.
I was paddled by my third grade teacher in front of the class because I let the door slam. I then was instructed to clap erasers that were full of toxic chalk dust after school. Ms. Clem was a mean abusive teacher and I finally feel secure enough to bring this to light.
No fire from me. When somebody has to count the decades on their accusation, then their accusation is just B.. Effing.. S!
LOL...the entire time I was reading this...all I could imagine/picture was a busload of today’s SNOWFLAKES going through basic.
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