I'm 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, there's 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 I'll just run this PFT and record myself. Then I'll send gunny a text with my PFT.Echausted, I finish, executed absurdly well it's one of my best PFTs yet.I throw up everywhere.In that hazy state of motivated exhaustion, I realize I've 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.' She's very proud of my physical health, but disgusted by my silkies and worried about my mental health.
Rating: [5 of 5 Stars!]