Day LIII

VIP visit

     One hot afternoon before sunset, after the brass was gone, a few of us sat on  the grass in front of our barracks drinking a few beers, and shooting the bull. Maybe it was the first or second time we sat out there drinking. I remember the cool sound the bottle made as I blew on the open top. Then without thinking I flung it into the air, up to the roof. As it flew up there, it made a whirring sound, and we all thought it was cool.

     It was something like a “Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!”

    “Man that sounds like a UFO!” somebody said.

    “Yea, a ite, like ya seen one, uh!”

    “Yea, in…The day the Earth Stood still, and Forbidden Planet.”

    “Man, dem be two a my all time favs, dude!”

 Somebody else got up, and flung his bottle up there too.

     “Cool, uh.”

     Suddenly one by one as we finished our beers, and everyone flung his bottle up there as well. It was a cool uneventful afternoon, the sun went down, and we all went our separate ways. A few days later we did it again, and after the 3^rd time it became our pastime, after the brass went home.

     A few weeks later, the base commander, a brigadier, had a visit from D.C. He decided to give his visitors, a few generals, an aerial tour of the base. When the chopper passed over our barracks, the commander was humiliated, by the site. There were broken bottles of all kinds up there, beer, wine, wisky, and soda. They covered the entire roof, literally every square inch of it, from one end to the other.

      As soon as the chopper landed the general called our colonel, and put his ass on the carpet. He came back mad as a stiffed whore, called the captain, chewed him out, and he took it out on the first shirt. It went down the line.