Im pretty simple
6-pack o' Miller Lite - (only the best NASCAR beer will do) and a big ol, nasty chaw (chewing tobacco for you city boys).
It makes me feel... well... American
GreasyPig
yes Sergeant Major Im a hick.
True story: While head'n to chow one day of my past, illustrious military career, I relaxed a little bit as I couldn't see any brass around. So I cocked my hat back and jammed my hand in my bdu pocket to.. you know.. play with my spare change. Bout half way up to the door I caught out of the corner of my eye some big, older soldier making an attempt to run me over! Scared the hell out of me! Startled I jumped back in one of those defensive half karate-kid swan positions then.. gaped! It was the dang Sergeant Major of the Post and ol "RED DOT" was pissed bout somethin!!! We use to call him "Red Dot" cause he use to go around the post on a crusade with a paint brush painting red dots anywhere he thought a soldier should be made AWARE that this equipment or place requires EXTRA SAFETY considerations. This whole thing with the dots started out well enough. Dots started appearing on heavy doors, blind hallways, awkward steps. But.. Me and the boys thought he went a little too far when dots started showing up on the Abrams, and Bradleys. Afterwards I said to my 1st sergeant "Top, if I find one of those red dots on the trigger of my M16 I'm gonna be a little worried bout the lack of faith in this outfit". Anyway, ol RED DOT was pissed, It took me a sec to figure it out then I jerked my hand out of my bdus like I had just touched a hot stove and snapped to parade rest ...but... forgot my cap. He looked at me REAL hard then started shouting "WHAT THE !#@$, WHAT THE HELL KIND OF SOLDIER ARE YOU YOU YOU !$@$%^&&^@, WHAT @$$%# COMPANY YOU IN. DOES YOUR COMMANDER EVEN KNOW THE KIND OF $@#$!^ SOLDIERS HES OVER!!". He then backs up a little bit looks at my cocked-back head gear and shouts for whole post to hear " WHERE IN THE HELL DO YOU COME FROM BOY!?!? ". Feeling really worried as I didn't know if I should answer or if this was a retoricle question I nervously waited. I must of looked pretty pathetic. "WELL!!" he said. So I answered... "IOWA, SERGEANT MAGOR!!". His beaddy little eyes unsquinted a little and his tight lips loosened into a little smile and then he just calmly said " Never mind." and then evenly walked into the chow hall. I was left there just standing. After a sec I fixed my hat and decided to nix the chow hall idea and have supper at the NCO club.
[This message has been edited by GreasyPig (edited 06-20-2000).]