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We had a guy in my platoon in boot camp named Haight, pronounced like hate. At evening hygiene inspection, one of the Drill Instructors inspected him and told him he smelled like garbage, and that he was a filthy, disgusting pig....to put it kindly. So the DI made another recruit go get a garbage can, and made him get in it and sit all the way down in it. Unfortunately, I was standing directly across from him waiting to get inspected as well. All I could see of him was from his shoulders up, and he had his fingers over the edge of the can like a perched cat or ferret or something. Needless to say, it was frickin hilarious to me, and I let out a few chuckles which got me sent to the quarterdeck for some IT'ing in skivvies. It was well worth it....I can still see it in my head 13.5 years later.
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