I’ll fuck you like a French Whore
some army private
So there I was, a newly minted sergeant in the U.S. military. I was transitioning from my hell job in Ft. Campbell KY to my new hell job at Camp Humphries, Korea. Along the way, I would attend an eight-week course to add some skills.
Before I joined the military, I had this notion of drill sergeants beating privates such that they wouldn’t dream of disrespecting a non-commissioned officer. By the time I joined, the beatings were much less public than is depicted in movies such as Full Metal Jacket. A combination of yelling insults and the application of peer pressure sufficed well enough though.
A fair bit of time passed between when I first joined the army and when I attended this course during my duty station transition. I had been to war by this point. A lot had changed about me, and a lot had changed about the army. The idea after operations Desert Shield/Storm was that the military manpower needed a reduction so the army became a kinder, gentler place in an attempt to attract higher caliber soldiers.
It was a holiday weekend and the training drill sergeants didn’t want to be bothered with a guard roster so they put me in charge of it.
And that’s when it happened. This private that didn’t want to be on guard duty just flat out refused and got hostile with me. This experience definitely had an impact on my outlook regarding everything. There is no order, no consequences for being a shithead. No honor. Pursuit of self-interest is all we have.