Member's BLOG: Tuesday, December 24th, 2013
Evening all, Just thought Id give you all a little laugh and share an idea of what my christmas was like last year. Anyone whos punched in at lackland for the holidays or any Basic training knows what im talking about.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the dorm, not an instructor was stirring, no trainees to scorn. The night displays were hung, on the wall lockers with care, in hopes that a night raid would not soon be there.
The trainees were nestled, each snug in their rack, while nightmares of instructor's boots went "click-clack-click-clack." EC in his uniform, and I in my ABU cap, had just settled down for a brief winter's nap, when out on the pad there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the floor to see what was the matter.
Away to the door, I flew like a flash, checked over the procedures and stood by the glass. The moon on the Texas concrete, lacking of snow, illuminated the area in an eerie glow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a pissed off instructor, my heart stopped with fear. With a pep in his step, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment, it must be Sergeant Saint Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his presence it came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called us by name; "Now, trainee number one! Now, trainee number two! I'm working on Christmas, and I must blame you! Now open this door! To the dayroom we go! Wake up the others, for they also must know!"
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, a sick Christmas joke, we had nothing to dread; he spoke not a word, but went straight back to work, disappearing into the night, to other dorms he must lurk.
But I heard him exclaim, as he ran out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, I'm coming back tomorrow night."
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the dorm, not an instructor was stirring, no trainees to scorn. The night displays were hung, on the wall lockers with care, in hopes that a night raid would not soon be there.
The trainees were nestled, each snug in their rack, while nightmares of instructor's boots went "click-clack-click-clack." EC in his uniform, and I in my ABU cap, had just settled down for a brief winter's nap, when out on the pad there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the floor to see what was the matter.
Away to the door, I flew like a flash, checked over the procedures and stood by the glass. The moon on the Texas concrete, lacking of snow, illuminated the area in an eerie glow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a pissed off instructor, my heart stopped with fear. With a pep in his step, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment, it must be Sergeant Saint Nick.
More rapid than eagles, his presence it came, and he whistled, and shouted, and called us by name; "Now, trainee number one! Now, trainee number two! I'm working on Christmas, and I must blame you! Now open this door! To the dayroom we go! Wake up the others, for they also must know!"
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, a sick Christmas joke, we had nothing to dread; he spoke not a word, but went straight back to work, disappearing into the night, to other dorms he must lurk.
But I heard him exclaim, as he ran out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, I'm coming back tomorrow night."
Nice little blurb there dbaldwin, sent it to a friend of mine who was in the air force and he got it. On that theme, I rewrote the song the 12 days of Christmas to be about shoprite, so here it is
with a few word changes to be appropriate
1 big **** cluster fluff (fact: cluster fluff is a ben and jerrys ice cream flavor
)
2 dumb coworkers
3 measly days
4 stupid hours
5 angry customers
6 freakin jobs
7 pallets to work
8 screaming kids
9 people calling
10 bums a stinkin'
11 damaged items
12 freezers broken
with a few word changes to be appropriate 1 big **** cluster fluff (fact: cluster fluff is a ben and jerrys ice cream flavor
)2 dumb coworkers
3 measly days
4 stupid hours
5 angry customers
6 freakin jobs
7 pallets to work
8 screaming kids
9 people calling
10 bums a stinkin'
11 damaged items
12 freezers broken
Last edited by Leprechaun93; Dec 24, 2013 at 06:23 PM.
Nice little blurb there dbaldwin, on that theme, I rewrote the song the 12 days of Christmas to be about shoprite, so here it is
with a few word changes to be appropriate
1 big **** cluster fluff (fact: cluster fluff is a ben and jerrys ice cream flavor
)
2 dumb coworkers
3 measly days
4 stupid hours
5 angry customers
6 freakin jobs
7 pallets to work
8 screaming kids
9 people calling
10 bums a stinkin'
11 damaged items
12 freezers broken
with a few word changes to be appropriate1 big **** cluster fluff (fact: cluster fluff is a ben and jerrys ice cream flavor
)2 dumb coworkers
3 measly days
4 stupid hours
5 angry customers
6 freakin jobs
7 pallets to work
8 screaming kids
9 people calling
10 bums a stinkin'
11 damaged items
12 freezers broken
On the zero week of bmt my TI gave to me! A web belt with a canteen. Thats all I can remember haha.
I thought of the idea one night while working after hearing the song, but usually my creativity stops there, but I came up with them as I worked lol
Haha yeah life has a way of giving you ideas for things that suck.
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