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I had to cut the last post short... life.
I read back. I can't just cut to smoking, so much happened.
First a funny thing. Our RCPO ( a recruit that was picked to assist the company commander) was such a prick and suck up he pissed everyone off. One night as he slept a group of like minded individuals took their dental floss and in stealth tossed them over and under his rack until he was completely bound. He did not wake up. We all went to sleep. In the morning our Company Commander came in and as usual screamed and shouted and woke us up. I looked over at our asshole RCPO and he was squirming like a caterpillar in a cocoon
Well the Commander spied the struggle and instead of cutting him out he started screaming at him to get up and “pop tall” (stand at attention) The RCPO doubled and tripled his efforts to break free to no avail. The Commander kept screaming till I thought I was going to crack up... that would have been bad. Finally he cut him out and then we paid dearly with sweat... it was worth every drop.
Second thing changed my life, or most likely saved it. We lost a “flag”. These “flags” were won by the company that performed best on whatever the flag stood for. Since we lost we were made to stand at attention while our company commander screamed at us. I watched as the time to leave for my SEAL swim test came and went. When the rant was over myself and a few others approached our company commander and told him we missed the test and asked if we could re-schedule. He told us we sucked and would never make it as SEALS if we couldn't even win a flag and that the next test was in A school. “Dismissed”
I was pissed off, again. I almost said fuck it.
I was a good recruit and as such when work week came around I was made a “chaser”. We were trained for about 5 minutes on how to be a prison guard and then made one. I was in charge of a company of misfits for the most part but we had one “bad one” a “never turn your back on” type. The only thing I was told about him was that he had been through trials for months and was “dangerous” … oh and on every third shift you have to sleep in the barracks with your prisoners, What!? On the third day I was in to “sleep” yeah right. Our rack was right by the manned night desk and there was a roaming watch too but I still slept with one eye open. That night before lights out Mr. Dangerous approached me. We were both the same size, big, so I did not stand down and prepared myself to attack. He could sense this of course and told me to stand down he had an offer of peace. Hmm. He said you want a drink? “Ahh no I don't want a drink” He said oh OK, you smoke pot then? I got some killer red weed... OMG f'ing “killer red weed” daaaang. I got right up close and got in his face and told him I was going to forget he ever made those offers but if I ever laid eyes on anything he was going down for it before I was. After that he hated me. He would sing cadence on our way to chow. On the first trip to the chow hall he started singing some shit about me and got my boys to drag their feet.”HALT!” they halted. “ABOUT FACE!” They all turned and he started yapping. I walked over and got in his face and told him that this is going to be bad but it is going to get a whole lot worse if he did not shut the fuck up. They all heard me. “March!” back to the barracks we went. I dismissed them and Mr. Dangerous and a couple of his thugs got in my face and demanded food. I explained that they already ate once today and that is all that is required. If they wanted to fuck with me any more I would have them on bread and water. They never fucked with me again. You should have seen the barracks chiefs face when I marched them in. He called me in his office and said wtf? I told him that they fucked with me and that I told them they would be on bread and water until I left unless they stopped fucking with me. He got a big shit eating grin and said “Dissmissed”
It was another week or two before I actually smoked in boot camp.