You old Drill Instructors are gonna hate this one but it's true, can you all take the truth? Anyway the setting is Boot Camp three day war games summer of 1975. We had pretty much settled after a hard day and we're camping out on a hillside and are out until who knows when. Well we hadn't got two hundred yards before we got ambushed ourselves. I figure we were set up anyway. Well since I was the leader all 120 lbs and 5' and 7" I got jumped by what I thought was another recruit. I should have known better because the guy that jumped me had a starched cover and real camo paint on but idiot me didn't know better. The D.I. tried to throw me down to the ground and being an Irish Indian I didn't take kindly to having what I thought was a recruit from another platoon manhandling me so I did what came naturally and put that D.I. right on the ground and all I did was trip him up. Well that D.I. came up off the deck like it was on fire and started firing me up. Well I'll give the D.I. credit hew was about my size and my height and maybe he did slip with my help. Well we all got captured and put in a hole in the ground until one of those San Onofre grass fires started so they needed the prisoners to help put it out. Anyway you would think that a recruit that put his hands on a D.I. would have been on his way to the brig, no nothing happened not a damn thing. I do think I know why that D.I. is gonna have it get out that shower shoe put his ass on the ground. Anyway good thing it was dark and only a game because if it had been war Mr. D.I. would have been put in a body bag but then again they did have the drop on us from the start. And it was during the Carter years.