[Fuzzysabeast]: 282.The Platoon

The Platoon



“You maggots have no honor do you?” Asked the M.P. as he flashed his badge.
We all hated Pfc. McDonnel, he had to be the only M.P. that took his job so damn seriously. Every time he was on duty problems were sure to arise along with tempers.
“Come on, have you even taken a look at yourselves?” McDonnel flared. “The green in your fatigues is so washed-out that I can’t tell if it’s green or black!”
One of these days McDonnel would face the music and the whole platoon was eagerly waiting on that day. The platoon had even thrown a blanket party once where someone shoved a clothespin into his mouth and attached it to his tongue with a note telling him to keep his mouth off the platoon or the consequences would be fatal. The note never worked though, it only fueled his anger.
“Get out of my sight you maggots before I throw you in the brig for the night!” McDonnel angrily threatened when he saw us all grinning at him.
“Hey McDonnel salute this!” We shouted as we bent over and dropped our pants to our knees showing him how full the moon actually was.


By Jason Howe'06