I HATE when Sarge plays polkas!
Well, things are going okay here at basic training. The guys are swell. We do have a mean, nasty drill sergeant who isn’t too bright. He has this piece of exercise equipment he thinks is an accordion, and he throws himself into trying to play it.
We all have to pretend to enjoy his “concerts,” or face consequences too awful to describe. This morning, Sarge almost busted a gut trying to play “Buffalo Gals,” and when he turned his back, me and my friends laughed.
I think we’re safe, though. Sarge spends every spare minute either practicing “accordion” or reading some dumb blog called “Oddly Enough,” so how would he ever find out we made fun of him?