The Gunny

Stop lollygagging, ladies. Get your asses in gear!” That was the first voice I heard outside our room early on the first morning of PreFlight training. I rolled over, groaned when I saw 5:00 am on the clock, sat up, and bumped into two legs dangling from the bunk above me. Across the room two other bodies staggered around in early morning disarray. The booming voice outside our room continued down the hall, shouting out greetings. “Muster, Gentlemen, in front of the barracks, is at O Five Fifteen. That’s fifteen minutes after five to you one-time civilians. You’re on military time now. You ain’t civilians any more.

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