Fort Benning, Georgia
John was jerked from a coma-like sleep by the sound of a baseball bat and a metal trashcan. He clawed at weary eyes that hadn"t had time to crust over. He felt dizzy and disoriented. Must start moving. As he willed himself into action, he squinted from the bright fluorescent lights.
“OK, Bone Heads! Drop your c***s and grab your socks! Get your lazy asses out of bed. You heard me, UP! Beauty sleep is over.” Sergeant Peters looked surprisingly fresh for a man who couldn"t have had more than four hours sleep. His deep Georgia suntan was accentuated by the ruddy completion of his cheeks. When he screamed, large, crooked veins bulged in his forehead and neck.
The recruits, three weeks into basic, knew the drill by now. They had five minutes to s**t, shower, shave, and
