I got in my first fight today, and it wasn't even a fight! I was handing out cake at the end of chow, and the goddam company was acting a fool. Most of my platoon didn't get any cake, while others got third & fourths because they forced their way back in line. Long story short, on the last tray of cake, on the last three pieces, I was trying to get those of us who had not got any to get the last of it, when someone reached on to the tray & grabbed one of the last pieces. Naturally, I cracked his hand with the spatula, so he'd drop the piece. The guy who i hit turned out to be the guy in the platoon who picks fights with everyone. He looked at me, furious.
"I'm gonna punch you," he said.
My first thought was 'Well, that's an overreaction.'
CRACK! Suddenly I was looking the other way with a sore jaw and a bemused expression. I turned back to the guy, straightened my glasses, looked down at the cake and then back at the asshole. All I could think was, "Really, dude?"
The drill sergeants called us over and asked what happened, at which point ten or twelve guys stepped up and defended me. The guy who hit me, is getting smoked now, and has been for hours. He might even get paperwork; ie black marks on his record. Me? I got a sore jaw. And Cake. Yup, the drill sergeants let me crack into a new thing of cake simply because I got hit. He he he...suckers.
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