“Go!” Phillip called and watched as each of themstood and began to run in place. “Front!” All of them droppedsuddenly, and landed in the up position of the push-up.
As they all looked forward, Phillip took anotherdrink of water, letting it dribble down his chin.
Every single man in the platoon wasn't sure whothey hated more - the Drill Sergeant who was mocking them with theice cold water, or fucking Furry who was standing there allrelaxed.
“Back!” The Drill Sergeant wasn't even close tofinishing.
What seemed to be hours later, when it hadactually only been a few minutes, they were standing in front oftheir Drill Sergeants, breathing heavily while sweat was runningdown into their eyes. Ryan cursed his BCG's because the fuckerswere fogging up from his overheated breath. BCG stood for BirthControl Glasses because the damn things were so ugly that you wouldnever get laid wearing the damn things. To top it off, they weredamn near impossible to break.
“You have thirty seconds to finish off yourcanteen, privates!” Connelly shouted, as he and Phillip walked overtogether. “Fall out!”
Ryan snorted. It wouldn't take him fifteen tofinish the fucker off, much less thirty seconds. They all ran totheir discarded equipment and grabbed their canteens.
But what Ryan learned was that thirty secondswasn't long enough to finish a full canteen of water. He had toadmit that all three of the Drills were good about making themdrink water, and keeping a full canteen, but Ryan was feeling waterlogged after drinking half the canteen.
“Fall in! Bring your canteens with you.” Thecommand came suddenly as Ryan was just finishing the canteen,allowing more to dribble down his chin.
They jogged back over and stood atattention.
“Water check,” Grabowski said.
Every man lifted his open canteen over his head.Water could be heard splashing onto the hot concrete.
Fuck, just… Ryan sighed and knew he shouldn'thave drunk all of his. There was always some idiot who thought theywouldn't check.
“Rosy-Ass, you fuck,” Connelly shouted, racingtoward the wet Private. “What did I fucking say? Do you not fuckingcare?”
“He thinks his daddy will be all over the bigbad Drill, Mark. You silly NCO, you,” Grabowski offered.
“Is that it? You think I'm scared of your daddy,Rosy-Ass? Oh fucking hell, no. Your daddy is nothing but a pogueofficer that hasn't seen the outside of his office since his daddyspilled his seed into the unfortunate crack of your granny!”Connelly stormed.
Ryan was beginning to sense that every singledrill had something to hold against every single one of theirparents because that was a standard. He found out through SSG Kingthat his momma should have swallowed him instead of allowing thatdamn Gracin guy to knock her up. Speaking of the prick, he wascurrently headed their way.
As a unit all three Drills set about makingtheir platoon the best damn marching platoon in the land. Aroundfive o'clock they were heading toward the chow hall.
Every single recruit was dead on his feet. Theyhad been going since four o'clock that morning.
The chow hall was cool and Ryan let out a breathof relief. He hated fucking Missouri even more than he hatedGrabowski. At that time there was a stir in the line and Ryanlooked back. He was seconds from being served his food. But damn ifthe Drill didn't stop right behind him. He pulled his arms back,folding his hands neatly into his back and yelled the required “ATEASE, MAKE WAY!”
Every time a Drill came within distance thefirst solider to see them was to yell 'At ease, make way' so theDrill could move in front of them. Ryan was happy because he had atleast four in front of him. That meant SSG Grabowski would move wayup ahead of him.
“Aww, Freckles, I knew you cared.” The Drillsneered and then placed himself BEHIND Ryan.
Ryan decided that God really did hate gaysbecause if he loved gays, the dick behind him would have gone wayup front instead of right behind him.
“So Freckles, how are you enjoying Uncle Sam'shospitality?” Phillip asked, with that damn fucking mega-watt smileof his out in full force. If Ryan didn't hate the bastard so muchhe would totally be hard just from that smile.
This one wasn't a rhetorical question. This onehe actually wanted Ryan to answer. “I like it, Drill Sgt.Grabowski” he said, pleased he wasn't giggling at all.
“That is just fucking outstanding, Freckles.Outfuckingstanding!” Phillip exclaimed.
Somehow the line slowed down to a freakingtrickle. So Ryan had enough time to find out that Phillip, who wasa confirmed asshole, smelled like fucking heaven. He smelled likesunshine and musk. That's when Ryan decided he could mostdefinitely lust after a guy he couldn't fucking stand.
“Are you going to stand there all fucking day,Freckles? Or are you just staring at the beauty that is me?”Phillip asked. Something flashed across his face but disappearedbefore Ryan could actually make it out.
Make that Ryan REALLY FUCKING couldn't stand theguy. He actually blushed as he turned forward and grabbed his tray.He was behind Brendon, who was trying like hell to appear like hewasn't listening.
He followed Brendon out to the tables andwatched in absolute horror as Brendon walked past their normaltable and sat down at the Drills’ personal table. There was a ‘notalking’ rule in the chow hall unless it was the Drills who weredoing the talking. So warning Brendon about his HUGE mistake wasout of the question. He could see both Kenneth and Patrick staringat their goofy friend in horror too.
