Sometime during our first week AC1 Johnson had us all in a pushup position mashing the crap out of us, sweat drippin off the walls you know. He was inventing new cuss words, I mean really on a roll, when two Navy Chaplains walked in for our indoctrination, he didn't see them and kept right on going, I saw them and started laughing so hard I had spit hangin from my mouth to the floor and tears dropping from me eyes to the floor, they just stood behind AC1 and he kept diggin that hole just a cussin away, it was absolutely to this day the hardest I've ever laughed, he finally turned around, saw them, bowed his head and left the house without a word. Needless to say the Chaplains let us get up and told us when and where the services for differant denominations would be, the drill hall. I still can't help but smile bro.
Did you have to do the gas chamber? I got lucky, it was too cold, they wouldn't let us do it. They made me at Hueneme though. It was as bad as the stroies I'd heard prior, just nothin good about that at all.
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