My drill instructor was shaped like Olive Oil but with red hair and freckles. Lots of ugly flirting with the male drill sergeants. Seemed really slutty. Lackland Air Force Base, Texas. Summertime. Basic Training. My boots didn't fit so great. Shortly before a big reviewing march where we had to salute and all this crap that we had spent a lot of time practicing for, Olive Oil asked all 40 or so of us if anyone had any blisters. Didn't ask if we didn't want to march or anything, just asked if anyone had blisters. Me and one other guy raised our hands. Result being that instead of doing this march, we were made to march twice as far to an infirmary along with two women who also had blisters. We had to march in step the whole way, just the 4 of us. We got there and whoever it was sneered at us and didn't even give me a bandaid which was all I had been hoping for in the first place. On the way back the other guy started pratically speed walking. The two finally complained they couldn't keep up. I asked him to slow down. He refused. Didn't give a shit that he was making things miserable for the two women. Finally let him speed off on his own. Stupid prick.
J says this is a valuable lesson. Don't tell your military superior that you have a blister. 25 years later I still don't get it. To me it's just some random banal example of the pointless stupidity all around me. I was thinking that I could probably, or someone could anyway, manage to write this into a pretty entertaining story. Maybe like Charles Bukowski or for some reason Faulkner comes to mind. I seem to be happier when I've got stories floating around in my head. Fiction ones anyway. Real stories I've never cared to writer. Thought it would a good exercise. But I couldn't be bothered to write it up correctly. Don't have the time anyway.
That Olive Oil drill instructor was stupid, and kind of disgusting. Looked like a sex addict too. Probably into anal orgies and crap. Ugh. Fucking stupid and loved getting to yell and scream and treat people like shit. And she found the perfect job.
