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no need for any personal items, so I’ll just keep these for you.” He said holding up my bag.
I just nodded.
“Yes, sir?” he coaxed.
“Yes, sir.” I replied.
He nodded seeming pleased with my response and walked over to harass the kid next to me.
I had just enough time to change into one of the provided uniforms when a loud horn blew.
“You will hear that horn every morning when it is time to get your sorry butts out of bed.” Sergeant was addressing the whole room now.
“You will have exactly 10 minutes to dress and report to the mess hall for breakfast. 15 minutes to eat and then you will receive your work assignments for the day. You will work until you hear that horn blow again and you will have exactly 5 minutes to report back to the mess hall for lunch. If you’re late, you don’t eat. After lunch you will complete your work assignments. If you finish before the dinner bell you are allowed free time. We work hard here, so don’t count on it. Showers after dinner. I will not tolerate horse play. Lights out after showers. Any questions?” no one dared to ask one.
“Good. Follow me.” Sergeant ordered and we all followed him out single file for a tour of the grounds. We were shown where the mess hall was located and the work supply buildings, the showers and finally back to the barracks.
“This will be your only tour, so I hope you were paying attention. Do not ask for directions, and do not be late.” With that final order Sergeant turned and left us all to wonder what the hell we’d gotten ourselves into.
We didn’t have long to dwell on our situation because the dinner horn blew and we all jumped up to find our way to the mess hall. The food sucked, but I ate it all. Showering was a humbling experience. One long room with multiple shower heads, no dividers, no privacy.
“5 minutes to get clean and get out.” Sergeant informed us from the door.
Some smart ass decided to whip someone with a towel and Sergeant made him do 100 push-ups. He definitely wasn’t joking about not tolerating horse play. After we showered it was back to the barracks for lights out.
It took me several hours to fall asleep, and when I finally did it seemed like only seconds later that the morning horn was blowing. I jumped up and dressed and reported to the mess hall as ordered. The food wasn’t any better than the night before, but I ate it silently. Some guy tried to complain about the food and Sergeant made him run 50 laps around the mess hall holding his tray of food over his head. Silence was definitely the best tactic around here.
After breakfast I received my work order for the day; shoveling gravel along a new stretch of road that they were getting ready to pave. I remembered how to find the work supply building and received my work gloves and shovel.
I worked silently all day until the lunch horn blew, and after lunch got right back to it. There was definitely enough work to fill the day and I worked right up until dinner. I was less embarrassed by the open showers this time and more grateful for the hot water against my sore muscles. I had no trouble falling asleep that night.
Each day proceeded on just like the first. My work orders varied, but were always some form of manual labor. I kept my head low, worked hard and didn’t speak. Some guys weren’t as smart. Sergeant had no patience for smart asses or complainers. I was glad not to be included in either of those categories. The years I had spent giving my parents the silent treatment had prepared me perfectly for this life.
After the first month I noticed my work assignments seemed to be getting easier. I was often assigned to kitchen duty or laundry. Both relatively easy jobs.
“You don’t say much do you kid?” I was surprised to hear Sergeants voice as I worked in the laundry room one day.
“No, sir.” I replied.
“I’m a good judge of character.” Sergeant said “And I can tell you don’t belong here. Been doing this a lot of
I just nodded.
“Yes, sir?” he coaxed.
“Yes, sir.” I replied.
He nodded seeming pleased with my response and walked over to harass the kid next to me.
I had just enough time to change into one of the provided uniforms when a loud horn blew.
“You will hear that horn every morning when it is time to get your sorry butts out of bed.” Sergeant was addressing the whole room now.
“You will have exactly 10 minutes to dress and report to the mess hall for breakfast. 15 minutes to eat and then you will receive your work assignments for the day. You will work until you hear that horn blow again and you will have exactly 5 minutes to report back to the mess hall for lunch. If you’re late, you don’t eat. After lunch you will complete your work assignments. If you finish before the dinner bell you are allowed free time. We work hard here, so don’t count on it. Showers after dinner. I will not tolerate horse play. Lights out after showers. Any questions?” no one dared to ask one.
“Good. Follow me.” Sergeant ordered and we all followed him out single file for a tour of the grounds. We were shown where the mess hall was located and the work supply buildings, the showers and finally back to the barracks.
“This will be your only tour, so I hope you were paying attention. Do not ask for directions, and do not be late.” With that final order Sergeant turned and left us all to wonder what the hell we’d gotten ourselves into.
We didn’t have long to dwell on our situation because the dinner horn blew and we all jumped up to find our way to the mess hall. The food sucked, but I ate it all. Showering was a humbling experience. One long room with multiple shower heads, no dividers, no privacy.
“5 minutes to get clean and get out.” Sergeant informed us from the door.
Some smart ass decided to whip someone with a towel and Sergeant made him do 100 push-ups. He definitely wasn’t joking about not tolerating horse play. After we showered it was back to the barracks for lights out.
It took me several hours to fall asleep, and when I finally did it seemed like only seconds later that the morning horn was blowing. I jumped up and dressed and reported to the mess hall as ordered. The food wasn’t any better than the night before, but I ate it silently. Some guy tried to complain about the food and Sergeant made him run 50 laps around the mess hall holding his tray of food over his head. Silence was definitely the best tactic around here.
After breakfast I received my work order for the day; shoveling gravel along a new stretch of road that they were getting ready to pave. I remembered how to find the work supply building and received my work gloves and shovel.
I worked silently all day until the lunch horn blew, and after lunch got right back to it. There was definitely enough work to fill the day and I worked right up until dinner. I was less embarrassed by the open showers this time and more grateful for the hot water against my sore muscles. I had no trouble falling asleep that night.
Each day proceeded on just like the first. My work orders varied, but were always some form of manual labor. I kept my head low, worked hard and didn’t speak. Some guys weren’t as smart. Sergeant had no patience for smart asses or complainers. I was glad not to be included in either of those categories. The years I had spent giving my parents the silent treatment had prepared me perfectly for this life.
After the first month I noticed my work assignments seemed to be getting easier. I was often assigned to kitchen duty or laundry. Both relatively easy jobs.
“You don’t say much do you kid?” I was surprised to hear Sergeants voice as I worked in the laundry room one day.
“No, sir.” I replied.
“I’m a good judge of character.” Sergeant said “And I can tell you don’t belong here. Been doing this a lot of
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