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The Shit Biscuit

Drill Sergeant Randall eyed me up and down as I got to the front of the line, as if he were seeing me for the first time.  He took a look at my name tag and said, "Hawks," almost as if he was asking a question. Yup, he had no idea who I was. That was by design. My biggest goal upon arriving at basic training was following the advice that I had gotten about how to handle basic training. Just blend in. I lived it. Never being first, never being last. Volunteer? Why, so I can take on extra duty and become a familiar face to the drill sergeants? Nah, I'm good. Drill Sergeant Randall continued, "Oh yeah, you gon fuck this up." I was used to be yelled at, but the confidence in which he said it, followed by the smirk on his face, threw me. He was taking genuine pleasure in the fact that I appeared nervous and obviously had no idea what the fuck I was doing. It was our first day of handling weapons, in this case an M16 rifle. I had never shot a gun before, much le