Patrick ran back up the steps, and stood rightbefore the entire platoon. He had his M16 in one hand, and his dickin the other. “THIS IS MY WEAPON!” he shouted, holding the M16 uphigh. “This is my gun!” He took his dick in his hand and shook itin front of them. “This is for killing.” The M16 surged up, again.“And this is for fun!” He shook his cock again. That happened overand over again. Until even Ryan blushed like crazy.
When Drill Sergeant Connelly dismissed Patrickhe came running over. “Dude, I damn near masturbated in front ofeveryone,” he hissed in disgust, face red.
Ryan snickered but didn't say anything.
“Now, we're all men here. I want you to namethis beautiful piece of machinery. When I come to you, you betterhave a fucking name!” King shouted.
Ryan blinked. A name? Holy shit. He thought hardon it. He would call it Phillip, but that was just too fuckingweird.
“Bertha,” Kenneth shouted. Fucking Kenneth namedhis ‘Bertha.’ He couldn't wait to hear Brendon's. King gave Kennethsome shit about it but left quickly.
“Sophia,” Brendon answered. Sophia? Brendonnamed his fucking weapon ‘Sophia?’
“Furry, you realize that your girl is probablyfucking your buddy Jody instead of waiting for her piss-antboyfriend, right?” King cackled. They had found Brendon's weak spotand all three of them took pleasure in turning it on the blond.
He came up to Patrick and looked at himseriously. “Alright, Gandhi, let me hear it.” Ryan was getting morenervous by the minute. He wasn't sure what the hell he was going toname the fucking thing.
“Terminator,” Patrick replied easily.
“Now, that is an out'fucking'standing name.Gandhi, that's fucking great. I like it!' King didn't stay longwith Patrick.
“Well, Freckles, what's it gonna be?”
Ryan froze. He hadn't thought of a name yet. Hewas panicking. Then it came. “I will call him George,” he blurtedout.
King blinked a few times; his mouth opened andshut. Then he looked at Connelly, whose mouth was hanging open.Kenneth wasn't nearly as reserved and burst into laughter, quicklyfollowed by several more guys.
“You will call him ‘George’,” Sergeant Kingsaid. “Fucking ‘George?’ Like from Loony Toons?”
Ryan's face turned bright red. “Umm, no, DrillSergeant King. George. Like…George Patton.” Score one for USHistory class.
William gave Ryan a skeptical look but moved on.Ryan let out the breath he was holding. Patrick leaned over andwhispered in his ear. “From Loony Toons, right?”
“Fuck yes,” Ryan muttered back.
***
Their first BRM, which stood for Basic RifleMarksmanship class, was boring as hell. Ryan was having problemswith the whole cleaning thing. He had cleaned his weapon at leastfive fucking times. Each time, fucking Grabowski swore he saw dirtin the barrel. Ryan didn't see any dirt. Hell, it looked prettyfucking clean to him.
They were sitting outside next to theirbarracks, trying hard to clean the bitch the way Drill SergeantGrabowski ordered but so far no one, not even Patrick, had beenable to get them clean enough.
Ryan took one last look and walked up slowlytoward SSG Grabowski.
Grabowski took one look at Ryan and burst intoloud, obnoxious laughter. “Freckles, you think you have it now?” heasked, looking very amused.
That look gave Ryan pause. Whenever the drilllooked like that someone was about to get smoked. “Yes, DrillSergeant Grabowski!” he answered. At least, he hoped it was ready.He had a feeling that it wasn't going to be a pretty scene if itwasn't.
Phillip reached for it and Ryan accidentally letit go too soon. The weapon crashed to the ground. His green eyeswidened in horror. Oh shit!
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ryan could see the stormbrewing on Grabowski’s face. He was so fucking fucked, that hewould go down in history as the most fucked-up fuck in the platoon.Even as he thought it he wanted to snicker. Who knew you couldactually use fuck in so many creative ways?
“What in the blue fuck, Private Gracin!” Phillipthundered, rising to his full height. He fucking towered over Ryan,and Ryan was over six feet tall.
“I..” Ryan didn't have anything to say to that.Seriously, not one damn word to say. How exactly do you answer aquestion like that, especially knowing that you were about to bekilled?
“You what? You just realized that you were afuck up that just dropped his fucking baby on the ground, andhasn't even picked the motherfucker up yet?” Phillip snarled.
His baby? The M16 was his baby? Holy fuck, itwas increasingly clear that Grabowski was fucking insane. Ryanwatched in horror as the drill picked up the gu..er.. weapon andcradled it like a fucking BABY!!!
