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Vignettes from Boot Camp [message #7789] Sat, 13 April 2013 14:03 Go to next message
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The physical training topic for the day was 'self sefense' and would take place in the gym's boxing ring. The Drill Instructor got his platoon outfitted with all the protective gear including polyurethane headgear and crotch protection.

Tuck was paired up with Billy-Bob Thornton, a wannabe badass and all around pain in Tuck's ass. Billy-Bob was bouncing on his toes and banging the big gloves together as he and Tuck faced one another.

Tuck asked the DI, "Is this a boxing lesson or is it self-defense?"

"Self-defense."

Tuck said, "Okay," and kicked Billy-Bob in the crotch protector. As he bent over Tuck elbowed him in the side of the headgear and Billy-Bob fell down. Tuck ran over to the side of the ring and climbed over the ropes. "Exercise concluded."

Billy-Bob scrambled to his feet and started to charge at Tuck but was blocked by the DI. Billy-Bob spat out his mouthpiece and yelled, "You kicked me! That's not fair! Come back and fight, you little pissant!"

Tuck cocked his head and told the DI, "Breaking contact and running away works a lot better than staying to fight, especially if I don't know if he has friends coming. Guys like him run in packs to make 'em feel braver."

The DI asked Tuck, "What happens if he chases you?"

"Take the next two turns in any direction and ambush him as he comes around the corner. Ain't no rules in self-defense."


Re: Vignettes from Boot Camp [message #7790] Sat, 13 April 2013 15:16 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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For some strange reason the Camp powers-that-be decided that their charges needed to be introduced to pistol marksmanship. Accordingly, Tuck's platoon found itself lined up behind a half-dozen firing points in an indoor range.

The kid in line before Tuck was Pedro Martinez, a self-styled gangbanger. A range officer loaded a small six-shot .22 revolver with .22 short cartridges and handed it to Martinez, standing behind and to his right in case Martinez did something stupid with the revolver.

On the command, "Begin firing," Martinez held the revolver sideways just above eye level and fired off all six shots. He managed to put one hole in the bottom left corner of the target. "Woulda done better with my nine. Why we gotta use this toy gun, anyways?"

Tuck was next up. As the range officer ejected the spent casings from the revolver, Tuck asked, "May I dry fire it a couple of times to feel how the trigger pull is?"

The range officer got a nod from the DI and handed Tuck the revolver. Tuck kept all four fingers on the butt as he swung out the cylinder and pointed the pistol at a light source. He glanced at the range officer. "Verify empty?"

"Verified empty. Dry fire as you will."

Tuck closed the cylinder carefully and pointed the pistol downrange. Click, click, click. "A lot stiffer than I'm used to. Want me to load it?"

The DI shrugged at the range officer. "Yeah, go ahead."

Tuck loaded the revolver and put it down on the counter in front of him. He glanced at the range officer who told him, "Go ahead; fire when ready."

Snap snap, snap, snap snap, snap. Tuck said to the range officer, "Those little .22 shorts really don't make much noise, do they? I really had to slow down and think about what I was doing; I'm used to silhouette targets and the Mozambique drill."

The range officer pushed the target return button. "Two in the chest and one in the head,"

Tuck completed the quote, "Always leaves your target dead."

"What do you use at home?"

"Springfield copy of the 1911. Tactical reload, jam clearing; Dad's a former Marine and he'd spin us around so we were dizzy before shooting. I could usually empty the mag before I threw up."
Re: Vignettes from Boot Camp [message #7818] Sun, 21 April 2013 13:23 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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The DI had called me into his office and closed the door. I was looking at the window behind him and wondering if I could go over him if I had to in order to escape.

"Sit at ease, Mister Tucker," he said, "I've read the medical records that your parents sent," he paused a moment as if to think. "The other boys have noticed your development, and it is going to cause a problem. There isn't much we can actually teach you so far as 'military' skills go. I think we might be able to teach you some life coping skills but I don't think that your medical issues are going to be conducive to your being able to learn from us. This in no way reflects badly on you, as you have done your best to do what we asked. Simply put we are not able to deal with the difference you represent. We couldn't send you to the girls' camp we run either because you piss against the wall. I hate to give up on you but frankly you don't fit. Therefore since the rest of the platoon is going to be going out on exercises in a few what I want you to do is pack your kit and head home. We will provide you a new ticket since your old one was dated for the end of the course."

I sat gaping at him for a moment before my mouth engaged. "You're letting me go? Just like that?" I finally managed to ask.
Re: Vignettes from Boot Camp [message #7819] Sun, 21 April 2013 16:15 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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Anne wrote on Sun, 21 April 2013 10:23

I sat gaping at him for a moment before my mouth engaged. "You're letting me go? Just like that?" I finally managed to ask.


"Yes, just like that. We'll give you a certificate of completion, too. You didn't even have to escape, Miss Valerie Davis."

I was too surprised to say anything.

"Oh, yes, we discovered your getaway kit. Just because we let you retain your luggage doesn't mean we didn't examine it." He chuckled a bit. "I have to give you credit - that one's unique in our experience. We have kids coming through here all the time from all kinds of places and nobody's ever thought of disguising himself as a girl, at least not with any chance of pulling it off."

I tried to say something but failed.

"That kit was the reason we seriously considered sending you to the girls' camp. I thought you could probably carry off the masquerade but I got outvoted. Just between us, could you have done it?"

"Just between us; you don't tell anyone else?"

"Like your parents?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, just between us."

I took a deep breath. "Valerie's like my secret identiy. It started on Halloween when my girlfriend dressed me up for the costume contest at school. After that she and a bunch of her friends kinda adopted me as an honorary girl, dressing me up and taking me out dancing and stuff. It was like a big joke on everyone. It was fun being around a bunch of girls, plus my girlfriend's mom didn't think twice if Valerie spent the night."

His eyes bugged out at that. "Spending the night with your girlfriend?"

"Yeah, and her mom's a deputy sheriff." I smirked a little at him. "I think I could have pulled it off. With the makeup and wig none of the guys would have recognized me."

He shook his head. "Now I have really heard it all. So go pack your kit and we'll have you on your way. Good luck, Mr. Tucker. And you too, Valerie."

[Updated on: Sun, 21 April 2013 17:50]

Re: Vignettes from Boot Camp [message #7821] Mon, 22 April 2013 04:21 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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Why do I suddenly have an image of Valerie and Jill going to the girl's camp?

For that matter, I could almost see Tuck getting offered an instructor slot of some sort, if only to teach some of the idiots that discounting someone because they are small and femme looking is a *real* bad idea. Alas, there are way too many potential problems for that to be workable.
Re: Vignettes from Boot Camp [message #7822] Mon, 22 April 2013 06:14 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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Brooke wrote on Mon, 22 April 2013 01:21

Why do I suddenly have an image of Valerie and Jill going to the girl's camp?
"No, Valerie, a Swiss army knife and a tire gauge aren't normally carried in one's purse on formal occasions. Neither are those chaff things. Even if you were raised in a cave by wolves, or a Marine, which I conclude is approximately the same thing. And Jill, you don't need a set of screwdrivers and an adjustable crescent wrench because it's unacceptable to show up on your motorcycle."
Re: Vignettes from Boot Camp [message #7827] Tue, 30 April 2013 09:58 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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mkemp wrote on Mon, 22 April 2013 03:14

Brooke wrote on Mon, 22 April 2013 01:21

Why do I suddenly have an image of Valerie and Jill going to the girl's camp?
"No, Valerie, a Swiss army knife and a tire gauge aren't normally carried in one's purse on formal occasions. Neither are those chaff things. Even if you were raised in a cave by wolves, or a Marine, which I conclude is approximately the same thing. And Jill, you don't need a set of screwdrivers and an adjustable crescent wrench because it's unacceptable to show up on your motorcycle."


I meant the girl version of the boot camp, not Jane's "camp".
Re: Vignettes from Boot Camp [message #7828] Thu, 02 May 2013 18:41 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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mkemp wrote on Mon, 22 April 2013 11:14

Even if you were raised in a cave by wolves, or a Marine, which I conclude is approximately the same thing.

*laughs and laughs*

Ellen
Re: Vignettes from Boot Camp [message #7830] Fri, 03 May 2013 02:40 Go to previous messageGo to next message
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Brooke wrote on Tue, 30 April 2013 06:58

mkemp wrote on Mon, 22 April 2013 03:14

Brooke wrote on Mon, 22 April 2013 01:21

Why do I suddenly have an image of Valerie and Jill going to the girl's camp?
"No, Valerie, a Swiss army knife and a tire gauge aren't normally carried in one's purse on formal occasions. Neither are those chaff things. Even if you were raised in a cave by wolves, or a Marine, which I conclude is approximately the same thing. And Jill, you don't need a set of screwdrivers and an adjustable crescent wrench because it's unacceptable to show up on your motorcycle."


I meant the girl version of the boot camp, not Jane's "camp".

So did I. All young women should have some instruction in good manners.
Re: Vignettes from Boot Camp [message #7831] Sat, 04 May 2013 13:17 Go to previous message
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Getting picked up at the train station by a gorilla wearing a set of fairly recent fatigues with army style rank tabs indicating that he was a staff sergeant was not anything I had not expected. My dad had described his own experiences with boot camp and this was a good deal more civilized than that. Then again I realized that even though they had my parents permission for what ever torture they would put me through they probably would not start in a very public place like the train station.

I was surprised at the amount of wilderness that was available once we left the train station. For some reason I'd imagined Rode Island to be entirely urban. I watched the signs on the roads just in case I decided I would have to make an escape. However for this part of the experience nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary. Indeed the sergeant seemed to be very low key according to all my imagined terrors.

"You're about a couple of hours ahead of most of your platoon," the sergeant explained as we pulled into the parking area near an old but not badly maintained barrack building. "Go in there and choose any bunk on the second floor that isn't already occupied. Put your gear in the locker until we have an inspection. Sometime later today we'll check to see that you don't have any unauthorized items. If you do you'll have a choice of having them stored or sending them back to your home at your own expense."

I nodded wondering what the catch was, *surely they wouldn't just let me have the run of the place to stow contraband...* then realized that they probably would expect the other boys who would be there to rat on me if they saw me with stuff I shouldn't have.

Luckily (or because I'd planned for such a contingency) most of my incriminating stuff was well concealed in what should have been the padding of my ALICE pack. A second pack that I had purchased had provided the necessary material to create a false bottom in the pack where I'd stowed my escape kit. I hoped but didn't expect to have it not discovered...

I found a locker and two unoccupied bunks in a corner of the open bay near the stairwell. Oddly enough it was near what appeared to be the office that the cadre used *heh! Sometimes (I hoped) being under the eyes of authority is a good thing...*

I locked the my gear in my locker with a lock that had been on my pack and then went to investigate my fellow inmates. For the most part they seemed to be about the average sort of guys I expected, I.E. a couple of gorilla crossbreeds who seemed incensed at my presence on their floor but who seemed somewhat intimidated by the fact that I was staying near the office that was occupied by a man in a fatigue with lieutenant's rank on the collar.

My meet and greet session didn't last too long as a motor coach pulled up just then and spilled a gaggle of confused looking guys into the parking lot next to the barracks.

A few seconds later a sergeant announced that we should join the cluster fuck in the parking lot. They sorted us out and demanded a key or combination to any locks that we had provided. Otherwise they would provide one from their stores.

Then we were marched (not that most of the dweebs there had any idea about marching) off to the barber shop where we all got shaved to the same level of baldness. Then it was off to another building where they issued us a small amount of fatigues and a pair of boots. "Your parents payed for these!" The sergeant in charge of the clusterfuck there told everyone, "If they get destroyed and it is your fault we'll send them the bill!"

Finally we were marched back to the barracks where the sergeant came up to our floor and sorted everyone into a bunk. For some reason I'd chosen a top bunk, but they let that stand. Then we were ordered to clean up the pigsty where we lived.

I found the mop closet and got to work on mopping the floor. Then when someone came up and asked what else needed to be done I got him semiqualified with the buffer that was in the closet. I knew from dad's tales that the cadre here would want the floor to shine like glass even if the linolium was nearly worn through in places.

An hour later I was finally able to get to the latrine and look at myself in the mirror. I knew that I'd look like Sinead O'conner with blue eyes, but seeing it now was uncanny.

mkemp wrote on Sat, 13 April 2013 11:03

The physical training topic for the day was 'self sefense' and would take place in the gym's boxing ring. The Drill Instructor got his platoon outfitted with all the protective gear including polyurethane headgear and crotch protection.

Tuck was paired up with Billy-Bob Thornton, a wannabe badass and all around pain in Tuck's ass. Billy-Bob was bouncing on his toes and banging the big gloves together as he and Tuck faced one another.

Tuck asked the DI, "Is this a boxing lesson or is it self-defense?"

"Self-defense."

Tuck said, "Okay," and kicked Billy-Bob in the crotch protector. As he bent over Tuck elbowed him in the side of the headgear and Billy-Bob fell down. Tuck ran over to the side of the ring and climbed over the ropes. "Exercise concluded."

Billy-Bob scrambled to his feet and started to charge at Tuck but was blocked by the DI. Billy-Bob spat out his mouthpiece and yelled, "You kicked me! That's not fair! Come back and fight, you little pissant!"

Tuck cocked his head and told the DI, "Breaking contact and running away works a lot better than staying to fight, especially if I don't know if he has friends coming. Guys like him run in packs to make 'em feel braver."

The DI asked Tuck, "What happens if he chases you?"

"Take the next two turns in any direction and ambush him as he comes around the corner. Ain't no rules in self-defense."




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