auntblabby wrote:
Todesking wrote:
Another reason my drill sergeants saved me for last was not just for s**ts and giggles but they were afraid I was going to have a meltdown and attack the barber. They saw me when I was a squad leader freak out on someone who was fooling around and got someone hurt. They would always joke that if I was ever captured I would endure the torture but not any haircuts the enemy would give me.

well, you were able to accomplish being a squad leader, that is pretty advanced IMHO. i never qualified to be the leader of the laundromat much less anything involving other living people.
I started basic training durring a zero week where they use privates to straighten up the barracks. Durring the zero week the drill sargeants used me as a messanger. I quickly learned where everything was on the base and found ways to get there and back quickly. I also knew the effecive ranges the commonly used weapons of NATO nations and the Soviet Nations. I could also identify Soviet nations armored vehicles by their profile. So they had me pegged to be a squad leader the middle of the zero week. Being autistic paid off big time for me I guess.
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