This is in response to ALL these female women feigning sexual abuse and worse from Judge Moore from DECADES ago.
I'm frankly sick and tired of this crap.
OK, Flame me!
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..."
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!
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.
I too was at Ft. Lewis for basic in 1969. D-4-2 Delta Dragons. Fortunately my father was a raving lunatic and the drill sergeants just made me laugh. Amateurs.
In 1958 my teacher spanked me with a wood board for talking in line after lunch, twice. It was a Tuesday at 12:35, I was the fourth kid in line, it was sunny about 76 degrees. I was wearing jeans and a blue tee shirt and sneakers (brown with white trim).
I didn’t cry. That mean old Mrs. Condon (room 12)
I had SSG Nunnely, FT Gordon 1968. He was a mean black man. I’ve never been so traumatized. I think I have PTSD.
Every P.I. Recruit Was Physically & Verbally Abused, Stomped, And Mentally Strengthened in 1951. (*Deservedly So!*)
Just tonight I realized I was sexually harassed in college.
It was the first week of my freshman year. My roommate’s girlfriend and her roommate came to our room at night.
We were drinking a lot of beer. And then, more beer. Later on the gal started putting her hands all over me and saying really naughty things.
Then I passed out. I’ve regretted that moment for 40 years.
Excellent. Suitable for the many pseudo-injustices we’re forced to endure daily.
I was just ecstatic that no bones were broken.
Oh...this is hugh and series! The humanity!
They called me, “chickenlegs” in the 8th grade !!! have been scared for life ...