Gunnery Sergeant

NICE WORK IF YOU CAN GET IT, and I got it because six summers of camp put the gunny in my sergeant. The Major always kept me nearby on patrols, which in more cases than one made us both tacitly believe that I was less likely than most to get killed. The Major loved all his men like sons, and said as much on occasions when all the men were within earshot. These occasions occurred at camp, never when actually overseas, as it was impossible to get us together except for a mission at which point it was usually inappropriate to raise a voice in general address. Silence for days on patrol, hand signals for directions. A butt to your skull if you snore.



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