Day LI

Poor Gerber

     “See ya guys, I need sleep, I’ll catch ya t’nite,” I said as I slid off my chair.

     “Me too man, I’ll be right behind ya,” some one else said.

     “Gawwwwdamnnnnnnnnn!” someone impulsively screamed, as I reached the door.

    I knew what that was, so I quickly slipped out, and then from the side, I peeped back through the windows in the door to see the commotion. Everyone in the room turned their heads, and stared at them, as the guys swished their hats in the air, and pointed fingers at one another. Needless to say the brass, and all of those lovely ladies, glared down at them over their wrinkled noses. They began to feel the heat, as the guys contined pointing at one another. All the while I was laughing my ass off behind the door. Then coincidentally for some unknown reason, they all became very hostile towards Gerber. They blamed it on him, maybe to get even for the horrible night. Suddenly:

      “Gerb ya needs to git some self control, man,” one said as he got up to leave. He was very upset, and left his meal untouched.

     “But, but but!” He stammered.

     “Yea, ya dummy,” another added, as he too got up to leave.

     “But, but but!” He continued.

     “Ain’t ya gots no shame, man?”

    Amid his protest, they shook their heads in disgust, stood up, and left the table. As I saw them getting up, I ran out of the place; laughing my ass off up the stairs; across the lawn; and all the way back to the barracks. I almost shit myself, barely making it to the toilets. I sat there by myself, giggling for almost an hour, and when I heard guys walking into their rooms, I bit my tongue to shut up before somebody put it together.