BudE
Hillsborough, NC
In another post I wrote SOB as in cry not the other and it reminded me of something I did when I was a Pvt (E-1). This was not original to me but I forget where. Back then we all wore green utilities. I fell out for inspection and the platoon leader who did not like me at all for what reason I did not know. Finding nothing wrong with the cleanliness of my rifle or the shine on my boots he finally looked at my shoulder and said, "I see an "Irish pennant" (an Irish pennant was a green thread sticking out that had not been trimmed off) private. Don't you care about your appearance?" I gave the "no excuse, sir" crap and then moved my lips to say "I suffer much". Look in the mirror and move your lips and it looks like the SOB not the crying one. He screamed at me , "What did you say, private? What did you call me?" I told him that I merely thought that I suffer much and that I didn't call him anything. By this time time the Marines on either side of me were doing everything they could to keep from laughing out loud. To that jerk LT's left was 1st Sgt Kranbuhl who was about 10 feet tall and and about 500 pouds. He said to the a**hole, "I'll handle this sir" When he got in front of me he glared at me and said, "See me right after inspection." I saw him after inspection and he told me that I didn't fool him one bit and that if I ever did something like that again he would kick my ass around the barracks. Then he transferred me to the 1st platoon. hahahahaha
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