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You're having a grand old time laughing, jumping up and down, and making faces at Bulli. You can see his face getting redder and redder, and he's getting angrier every second.

Something deep inside tells you this isn't a good idea, but what the Hell, you're only 19. You've learned how to ignore that little voice in the back of your brain.

You're having such a great time with your antics that you don't hear those around you telling you that you'd better knock it off. You classify their voices in the same manner as the voice in the back of your brain -- i.e., something you may give thought to at a later point in time.

Suddenly, you feel a tap on your shoulder, and some deep inborn survival insect tells you it is a tap you should not ignore. You turn and see the female NCO standing rigidly behind you. She looks deep into your eyes, and fire begins to shoot out of her eyeballs and burns deeply into the center of your being. Very softly, almost so you can't hear it, the small voice in the back of your brain says, "Oh-oh."

The death-masked thing, now in front of you, puts her noise about .00003 inches in front of yours. In a screech so loud it makes your ears ring, she yells, "What in the Hell do you think this is, a Kindergarten??????!!!!"

You start to reply, "Um., Well, I thought....."

With a voice causing the very walls of the reception area to shake, she replies, "Who in blazes told you to think. Did I tell you to think? Did any frigging person with any stripes on their shoulders tell you that you could think? Stand at attention when I talk to you, you little piece of pig-turd!"

Hastily, you stand up straight, and she begins to describe your family history and their lack of success in upbringing you in cruel, painstaking detail. When she's finally done (you wonder how anyone could yell that long without pausing for a breath), you find yourself shaking, and your knees have started to go weak.

With one final sonic boom, her lungs spout out, "Sit your ignorant, childish, country-butt back in that chair, and If I hear another peep out of you before the bus comes you're going to wish you never even heard of the United States Military!"

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