Submitted by David I had forgotten all about this until I saw a post from Ft Jackson. We were barely two days out of Reception and it was a Sunday, in June 1988, in beautiful, hot, humid, you want me to mow the grass? Fort Jackson, SC. Yes, BTW, they DID want us to mow grass that somehow managed to grow in sand. Anyway... Everybody had contraband of some sort. Mostly bought at the PX because we thought we were slick and were somehow pulling one over on our DSs. Whatever. So, one PFC had SOMEHOW managed to be in possession of a Sony Walkman, WITH a tape of REO Speedwagon, Decade of Rock and Roll. This was 1988, so you puppies just be quiet and pay attention. So, not even considering the consequences of my actions, I did ask permission to borrow aforementioned contraband and proceed to commit an act as heinous as any you could conceive, with the exception of cigs, beer, or Playboy mags. So here I was, looking out the window, playing my best Air-Piano to Roll with the Changes, and I felt a tap-tap-tappin on my shoulder. DS? Nope. LT? Not even close. My XO? Captain, you say? Ummm... Whats that poopy smell? Apparently the look of fear and shock on my face was enough that the XO had to leave the room so he didnt lose his composure. He WAS about to burst into laughter. I could see it through my tears. Our room was tossed, my clean brass work thoroughly boot-scuffed, and yes...more lawn mowing. And more Brasso....
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 19:00:30 +0000
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