Army bully number one walked behind me on a march that was the graduation exercise for Infantry basic training. If you made it through 20 miles of Georgia heat carrying a rifle and back pack, you were ready to ship out for combat in Europe, replacing soldiers who had been killed.
After we marched 15 miles, the soldier behind me began to tread on my heels and he
kept doing it till my temper lit up. Though my tormenter was a lot taller and outweighed me by 30 pounds, I yelled: “Get off my heels, you _____, or when we get back to the barracks I will break your _______head.”
The two expletives were words combining the letters c and k, which make a strong anger snarl.
He stopped and when we were back at our barracks, his eyes avoiding mine, we went our separate ways. Continue reading