Chapter Seventeen
I woke up on the couch the next day. My bottle was empty. I looked at the clock in horror. I overslept. I missed the first three hours of my shift. I turned on my phone and it blared like crazy. I called my supervisor, preparing for the ass chewing I was about to get.
Sergeant First Class Meadows wasn’t big on small talk or excuses. He was a former Drill Instructor and he thought that new soldiers were weak. He said it all the time. “You new soldiers are soft as baby s**t,” or “I should call you Duncan Hines because you are soft as cookie dough.” He was a hard, old school soldier, the kind that ran five miles and told you about it. He sang army songs and always talked like he was seconds from whipping your ass. He wasn’t mean, but he was unyielding, defiant and uncompro
