Back on Track

Well here I am again, with not all that much to say. I'm really just procrastinating, and what else is new?


So we had our weekend confined to barracks, and a bunch of people almost lost it. Tension was extremely thick and there were a couple of times that we thought a fight might break out. We managed to avoid that, but I think a lot of people were actualy relieved to start the week and have something to do. And since we spent most of the weekend having extra inspections and waiting around supposedly at attention while one instructor went around all sixty of us one by one...well who can blame anyone for going a little nuts? There were definitely some entertaining moments, but we're all glad it's done.



I guess that makes this the perfect time for some inspection stories, so here are some of the best I remember:

At one of our first inspections the sergeant started throwing badly folded clothes around the room, and the private he was inspecting just could not hold in his laughter.

Sgt: (Yelling of course). "Do you find this funny Private??"
Pte: (Also energetically) "YES SERGEANT"
Sgt: "25 pushups, let's go!"
Pte: "1, 2, 3, 4..." Finishes and gets up
Sgt: "Do you still find this funny pte.??!"
Pte: "YES SERGEANT!"
Sgt: "OK 25 Pushups GO!"
Pte: "1, 2, 3..."
Sgt: "IS THIS STILL FUNNY PRIVATE??"
Pte: "YES SERGEANT!"

After the next 25 he started to get it, but there was a lot of suppressed laughter and. Mental facepalming going on...probably for the sergeant too. The guy later said he did it because they told us we should never lie to an instructor. Sigh.

I think it was the same guy who had to sing O Canada during another inspection for some reason that I'm not quite sure of.

Then there was the garbage can on the head. That happened a couple of times when dust was found in them. (They're supposed to be empty, obviously). Sometimes it's just funny to hear the muffled voices for the rest of the inspection. One time someone had to leave it on for the requisite 25 pushups and the sound of it banging on the ground with the count was entertaining.

There was also the time when one guy had to push his fire team partner around in the big laundry bin saying "My fire team partner is a big baby.". While the guy in the bin had to sit there with his thumb in his mouth. I'm not entirely sure why that one happened either, but probably something to do with not getting all his work done. Which was pretty normal for this guy.

More recently this same guy did not have all his stuff labeled. So when the staff found the hood of his sleeping bag unlabeled, he had to run laps around the quarters while wearing it. He kind of looked like Kenny from South Park. It got better when his groundsheet was discovered unlabeled. He had to add that on as a cape. Next came the helmet. He ended up with 14 unlabeled pieces but thankfully for him, not wearing all of them. The instructor was pretty happy though. He walked through the rest of the inspections, singing "Superman".

The only other one I remember was the 2nd in command's inspection (you know, the one that got us stuck on base. By the way, it was pre-planned since 3 other platoons had the same thing happen, and the one that didn't had it happen last weekend). Anyways, we have these piles of clothes laying out that are supposed to be 12"x12" and he was making quite a few cracks (while tearing everything apart of course) like "Is that what you mean when you tell the girls you have twelve inches?" Or to the girls "Never believe it if a guy tells you he have a 12 inch dick. Have you seen what they are calling 12 inches over there? Never believe it, I'm telling you"

Although there is one guy here that still claims that endowment. He also asked to be in this blog, so if you are reading this, there you go! ;)

Ok. I think I've "rested up" enough. I should probably go pack my rucksack for our 7.2 km march tomorrow. I'm going to be sooooo dead tomorrow night!