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away. Cowboy is the only recruit who laughs at all my jokes. He's got a sense of humor, which is priceless in a place like this, but he's serious when he has to be-he's dependable. Sergeant Gerheim sighs. "You queer for Private Cowboy's gear? You smoke his pole?" "SIR, NEGATIVE, SIR!" "Outstanding. Then Private Joker will bunk with Private Pyle. Private Joker is silly and he's ignorant, but he's got guts, and guts is enough." Sergeant Gerheim struts back to his "palace," a tiny room at the far end of the squad bay. "Okay, ladies, ready...MOUNT!" We all jump into our racks and freeze. "Sing." We sing: From the halls of Montezuma, To the shores of Tripoli, We will fight our country's battles, On land, and air, and sea. If the Army and the Navy Ever gaze on heaven's scenes, United States Marines... "Okay, herd, readdddy...SLEEP!" Training continues. I teach Leonard everything I know, from how to lace his black combat boots to the assembly and disassembly of the M-14 semi-automatic shoulder weapon. I teach Leonard that Marines do not ditty-bop, they do not just walk. Marines run; they double-time. Or, if the distance to be covered is great, Marines hump, one foot after the other, one step at a time, for as long as necessary. Marines work hard. Only shitbirds try to avoid work, only shitbirds try to skate. Marines are clean, not skuzzy. I teach Leonard to value his rifle as he values his life. I teach him that blood makes the grass grow. "This here gun is one mean-looking piece of iron, sure enough." Leonard's clumsy fingers snap his weapon together. I'm repulsed by the look and feel of my own weapon. The rifle is cold and heavy in my hands. "Think of your rifle as a tool, Leonard. Like an ax on the farm." Leonard grins. "Okay. You right, Joker." He looks at me. "I'm sure glad you're helping me, Joker. You're my friend. I know I'm slow. I always been slow. Nobody ever helped me..." |
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