Day XL

Da magic wall

     “Aha ha ha, youses getting on a rinky dinky bus, uh!”

     “Ha ha ha ha…ho ho ho!” we laughed, we though it was funny, to us it was a riot.

      “Wadda hell is so funny hea?” an Army sergeant screamed at the top of his lungs. He caught four or five of us, and put our asses up against a wall.

     “Put yar ahms up, spread yar feet, and lean up against dat wall!” He pointed, then added: “Stay da, till we move out.”

     When he left the room, the other guys started to snicker, and laugh.

    “Who who hooooo! How ya like det, uh!” one guy howled.

    “Yea, ya stupido mofo!” another joined him.

    “How ya likes flying on ya magic wall, uh?”

    “Ho, ho ho, hee hee hee.” They screamed, and laughed at us against the wall.

     It was their turn, and some of them got caught when the same sergeant came back into the room, and yelled:

       “Watza mattah wit ya stupid moderferkers, uh?”

       “Alla ya’s git up against dat oda wall…hurry it up, git ya stupid asses ova da!”

     Every body was up against the wall, this was just a preview of things to come, the discipline was just beginning. Our flight was one freaking cloud all the way to San Antonio, Texas. When the no smoking sign went out, everybody lit up. It seems like everybody was smoking on the plane. That’s how it was then, everybody smoked everywhere.

     At boot camp, one of the first things we learned was how to field strip a butt. Honest! We were allowed to smoke at parade rest. The flight, that’s what the group was called, stands at ease. That is feet spread apart, parallel to the shoulders, back straight up, and hands locked behind you.