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NEVER OFFER TO THINK FOR THE SERGEANT.
Just don’t.
Yes, yes, those of you who know German will know that is not the German for “potatoes.” It is, however, one of the low-German dialect terms. In Kentucky, 20 years ago, when they said “mango” they meant a green pepper.
This blushing thing just showed up out of nowhere. It was fun ever after.
Gift is named after a homely but lovely sergeant I had in the army.
Stinz is learning what every soldier needs to learn to survive — play by the army’s rules. He’s going to learn them very, very well.
No, he’s not supposed to hit him. Mostly because of what’s about to happen.
Hm… I wonder if this is an act….?
The truth about these rants is that, when they’re screaming in your face, it’s so obviously an act you’re trying not to giggle. I was always amazed they didn’t break down laughing.
Dan and I were sitting in the back of the theater, laughing our fool heads off at the drill sergeant murder/suicide in Full Metal Jacket, because nobody ever did that — we just all swore we would. It was an in-joke, but we did look like asshats up there in the seats. You wouldn’t believe some of the looks we got.
For those girls who will have to face boys who will try to run us over with a car (and they WILL), remember, as long as you have a tree or telephone pole, you can get away. When they ground the thing in a ditch, you can threaten their paint-job. It’s a war zone, ladies.
Notice the word “right” — as in “right of arrival” is involved in this tradition. Guys have rights. And privileges. And dignity. And duty. And honor.
We got … um… honor based on having a penis stuck in us. Our duty is unto the crotch product we can produce. Our dignity stops under our chins.
And we wonder why so many women would like to throttle Family Values in its crib.
Boys never take into consideration that maybe girls have other things to do than be there for their nonsense.
Stinz never has really dealt with more complicated or intellectual practical jokes. Where he’s from, they tip outhouses or put wagons on roofs.

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