Im hungover in bed with these on. The linings cut out sloppily. I wake up at 0430 ready to run a PFT. I show up to an empty parking lot, theres no one around.I must be early for this mess I think.So I pop a dip in while I wait.I grow tired, annoyed and frustrated.Adapt and overcome.Reaching for my phone, I decide Ill just run this PFT and record myself. Then Ill send gunny a text with my PFT.Echausted, I finish, executed absurdly well its one of my best PFTs yet.I throw up everywhere.In that hazy state of motivated exhaustion, I realize Ive been out of the Corps for 7 years and the Gunny I thought I was texting a PFT to in my drunken state, was actually granny. Shes very proud of my physical health, but disgusted by my silkies and worried about my mental health.
Rating:
[5 of 5 Stars!]