"No matter what people think, everyone has a weakness... wether it's been found, or waiting to find them."
Part II: Idolism
It had been atleast two weeks since Part I, and honestly I was starting to get the hang of the random smoke sessions, the unfair treatment, and most of the bullshit the Drill Sergeants were feeding us as a way to "thicken our skin". Now today was an interesting day, specifically the most interesting Tuesday that I'd seen since I left home. Why? because I'd caught a glimpse of that one DS, you know, the ghost that was supposed to be our Senior Drill Sergeant? Yeah, well I'd seen him around the company area, so I figured he was on his way back, and with our other cadre telling us some stories about him, I couldn't wait to see what he had to bring to the table. Later on, after standing in formation in the hellish sun for at least an hour with the rest of the company for no real reason, he, which I will refer to as DS BlackOps showed up, calling us into the barracks for a more in depth introduction. So we passed the torch after he gave his intro, introducing ourselves to him possibly giving everyone a more easy feeling about him, but not taking too much away from it seeing as he still had his DS hat sitting right beside him, and the DoD emblem on the front of it attracted more attention than he himself did. There he proceeded to tell us stories about the group before us, adding details which called most to gawk in awe and amazement at the kind of stuff he does, but only causing me to aim to out-do him. I'm not sure why I felt this way, but the more he spoke of, the more I felt I had to find something to do better.
There was still a high percentage of civilians in the company of basic trainees that plagued Alpha 3-34 for at least two and a half weeks now, but they were more hardened, though still looking to the drill sergeant for everything, only two days after this ghost of a Drill Sergeant showed up. Suddenly, the DS' bring up the idea of a “PG”, or "Platoon Guide" (One responsible for taking the place of the acting platoon sergeant/drill sergeant as a student rank), drawing question marks to the entire 1st platoon, which I’d been previously assigned and sure I could get the job. Sadly, I had one thing standing in my way of being “all I could be”, and it’s name is to be known as Ms. Applesauce. The one E4 with enough skill at kissing ass to make three people feel it at once, she easily became the one female that stood above the rest, and the one soldier to stand above the platoon in DS BlackOps' eyes.
This female in particular, aside from the rest, had the inept habit of nit-picking with anyone she could about whatever they could possibly be doing wrong, or out of her own standard, and ran to the Cadre about it, this of course causing a multitude of issues with the rest of A 3-34. Not only was her persuasive methods working on the Drill Sergeants, apparently they were working on some of the civilians-now-turned-military, me personally giving their little clan the title of "Ms. Applesauce, and the Fuzzy Patch Brigade" simply because of their need to be "Fuzzy Patch E5s" and above (PV1s who try to act far above their ranks). It only took probably three days before she was all over the PNN, (Only those who went through BCT know what the PNN is) and being appointed PG, due to an incident she alerted higher about, which accumulated with all the useless stuff she'd been transmitting from the barracks to the CQ office where they made their stead, among other places. Next thing I knew, she was appointed as our PG, the day we got smoked nearly to death for something I can't even remember, simply because she held up longer than two of the people nearby her...
Anyway, it led to more complicated days, and less un-eventful nights when girls started trying to do very dangerous things to themselves and each other because they couldn't take listening to her, and weren't being allowed to do anything about it.
Sayonara, until next time.
~Sayin
