PrivateA Story by Ironbuttshort story to a a soldiers notebook.
Private.....
His Pop had told him to not let them get to know your name, stay below the radar and get to your next unit...that was all good till the Cpl. He didn't know when it happened , just that it did. Maybe because he was already up when the Cpl went through the barracks in the morning before first call and dumped bunks.Maybe because he was still there with the Gideon when the Cpl tried smoking everyone on some bullshit run. Or, just maybe because he knew the Cpl and his tag a longs were dipping into everyone hoagie bait from mail call.Yes, that could have been, either way he had made the Clp's s**t list. He had a name now...Private. He knew about the pending blanket party...overheard the Cpl and his tag a longs making the plan. Well, he had a plan too. The darkness filled the barracks yet he almost felt them before he heard them. The positioned themselves over his bunk, four of them..could feel them.He waited. Cpl wasn't going to be one of them, no, he would have to stay clear.. couldn't let this be pinned to him. The beating was interrupted by the rest of the Privates, who had finally had enough and were getting ready to turn on the lights, a violation that would surely bring the wrath of the Cpl again, never the less, they had had enough. The tag a longs sensed the danger and wisely broke contact. He laid there motionless..blanket covered with blood... blood wasn't his...... He counted the feet around him, they were friendly unbooted feet....then one set of shiny spit shined jump boots, he was safe now. Slowly he slid out from under his bunk, his platoon let out the biggest war hoop that even brought a smile to the normally stone face Drill Sgt, who by now knew where his Cpl might be. The Drill Sgt uncovered the duct taped Cpl, who now covered with blood and bruises had just become the newest.....Private!
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1 Review Added on January 5, 2013 Last Updated on January 5, 2013 Tags: adjustments, soldiers, team work AuthorIronbuttMartinez, GAAboutBest at ease behind a BBQ grill, human to most, Vet, father, grandfather, biker, poet and lyric writer. Author of Red Clay Scholar, Tin Roof Memories, Mile Marker 101 and A Soldiers Notebook, all foun.. more..Writing
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