Fire Drill
this word has a whole new meaning to me now man.. its a turnout.. bmt style..
a whole lot of screaming.. shouting.. saliva spewing everywhere.. sweat all over the floor..
I didn't think I would be able to get in the mood.. but before I knew it, I was like the others.
Screaming.
Yelling.
Screaming.
I think if I were a navy recruit, I'd pee in my friggin' pants when I hear the fire bell.
Nothing good can come out of it.
2.5 hours.
nothing good.
But we did see the strong.
The weak.
The actors.
The leaders.
The failures.
The fakers.
The strong.
I take my hat off to those who got thru the whole thing without being picked on.. but I don't think there were many.
I felt so guilty when I had to do my shite.
They were to drink a whole bottle. Army style. Means not a drop left.
I went from man to man.. asking them if they were sure that their bottle was empty. I would shake the bottles of those who said yes, wishing in my heart that not a drop would fall. My heart sank everytime the men got their faces wet. All I could say to them was "go"...
welcome to bmt... even lucifer welcomes the damned
