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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 6:41 pm
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Post them here. blaugh Tell us your funniest, saddest, scariest (Whichever!) stories. I bet that some of us have some very interesting experiences that they can share. Like you, Sergeant JJ! Can you tell us about that ASCVP thingy? OwO
Here's mine. It's a bit on the funny side...in a lame kinda way. rolleyes You judge.
I was in my 2nd year of uni and we had to study the evolution of teeth and jaws in the animal kingdom. We were in the lab, drawing a number of specimens, which included a lion skull that the uni had received about 20 years ago from our national zoo. Anyway, each student had to draw the lion skull and include the teeth, but my bench couldn't see the teeth properly to draw them, so guess who volunteered to open the mouth of the heavy lion's skull? Why, none other than yours truly, of course! ^^ I have really small hands for a woman and so it was a bit of a task for me to pry open the jaws that had been wired shut. I managed to open it and was holding it with my hand totally inside the bottom jaw and between the lower canines. Someone shook the bench and the top jaw snapped shut, and I screamed. It hurt but my hand had narrowly escaped the deadly canines............... by a few millimetres! eek
After assessing that I wasn't cut, the lecturer laughed out loudly and announced to a class of 200-plus people, that the lion had been dead for 20-something years and yet it had still managed to bite me! sweatdrop The entire lab erupted in laughter and I was the talk of the entire Life Sciences building for the rest of the week. People still tease me about that incident a couple years later today. 3nodding
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Posted: Thu Jan 22, 2009 8:03 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 12:24 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 5:11 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 6:29 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 11:54 pm
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Ok, I will tell all three of my stories. I know that you may even read any but the one about the Army, but I figure that I may as well tell the other two. I will tell the first one now.
The Day the World Exploded
It had long been my childhood dream to be a part of the military, though I wasn't sure which branch. I wanted to be able to live my life to serve something or somebody bigger than myself. I felt that it would be a pleasure to be able to lay down my life for something that I believed in. The thought doing something for a higher power seemed the greatest honor that I could have. Years after my childhood ended I was finally given the chance to sign up for something so great, but all of that was going to come crashing down sooner than I had hoped.
I woke up one morning after a long night of watching House on the TV and trying not to become too familiar with the other recruits who were going to take the tests the next morning. My first thought as I was waking was, "Couldn't this hotel have given me some flatter pillows and firmer beds so that I didn't wake up with this stiff neck and hurting back?" My second thoughts were, "I can't wait until the end of these physicals so that I can finally sign those papers, get out of my parents' house, and start paying them back for raising me... and so that I can finally be free from this life of nothing but boredom and confinement." My third thought was, "I hope breakfast isn't going to be as bland as the fish sandwich was last night."I went downstairs to eat... (fast forward about 30 minutes past the boring and bland breakfast.)
Then it was time to get on the bus and enjoy the ride to MEPS. The whole time on the bus everybody (including myself) was talking about how excited we were to be able to get this chance and how we were so glad that we made it this far. One person was talking about how they had scored such a high score that they were going to be able to start off a pay-grade higher than anybody else just starting out. I was talking about how I was going to try to get a job in construction, food service, or possibly even as a chaplain's assistant. I had chosen these jobs because I didn't want to leave my fiance or wife without somebody to live the rest of her life happily with, but I was excited about those jobs just the same.
After everybody had gotten a chance to show-off their thrill about being able to serve their country the bus arrived at the MEPS center for the physicals. It was early, but everybody was ready. We all finished getting off of the bus when out of the door of the MEPS center came rushing a military personnel who you would guess had tried and failed at becoming a drill-instructor. He started barking orders at all of us, and not one of us thought about questioning anything that he said. He, then, lead us inside... blah blah blah, I passed the hearing test, yadda yadda yadda...
Then we were all taken into a room with a projector in it. I didn't know what I was about to see. I thought that they were possibly going to show us the truth about what we were about to be getting ourselves into, but that wasn't it. I thought that there was a possibility that they were going to show us some of the harsh jobs in a more glorified manner that we were going to have to choose from when we got out of the physicals, but that wasn't what it was all about either. As it turned out, we were lead into this room to be informed about the price that would be paid if we had falsified any of our documents... and they specified this one medical document that I didn't remember seeing before. I decided to go through the folder just to make sure that I hadn't filled it out and forgotten about it and felt a bit of relief that I found it, but then I studied it and notice that it wasn't in my handwriting. I looked it over to see if they were at least filled out properly, and they weren't. I completely started to freak the heck out and then the guy who had greeted us so wondrously at the front door told us that if we would just come forward and explain what had happened that anyone who had falsified the documents would be let go without anything more than a warning. I hadn't falsified it, but somebody else had... and I didn't trust this offer as far as I could throw it. I felt completely trapped. I didn't know how I was going to be able to get out of this. I felt that even if I did tell what had happened to a courtroom that they were more likely to believe somebody who was a recruiter than somebody who had never served our country. I knew that I was screwed and I couldn't do anything about it. Then I thought about the other possibility... Maybe I could try to get through with this physical and pass it and never have anybody know that this document had been falsified... Yeah right! I have this one thing that can't be missed that would make medical papers not go unnoticed. I was screwed... I knew that I was screwed... I felt that somehow I had been setup... All that I could do would be raise my hand, walk out of the room, and see what happened. I raised my hand, felt sick to my stomach, walked out of the room carrying the weight of the world on my recently completely healed shoulder, and talked to the reject drill-instructor outside of the room. I explained everything to him the best that I could and he told me to go get this fixed and if I wanted to I could come back. I left with a disappointment that nobody has ever felt but me.
When I got back to the station I demanded to know what the heck had happened and where the heck my recruiter was. I wanted to go yell at my recruiter and possibly even strangle him until he had no more life in his body. I mean, no matter what, he should have known what was supposed to be required for somebody to sign up for the Army and should have given me that form. Even if he didn't forge the document, he was in charge of my folder and shouldn't have allowed anybody else to get near it. I didn't care whether it was his doing or not, I just wanted somebody to pay and my anger was pointed straight at him. But guess what... I was told by the head-honcho that my recruiter had taken the rest of that day off. I know that he knew that I was going to be going after him. I know that he knew that I wasn't going to stop until he was dead. He knew that it didn't matter how many of those guys from the station would have tried to hold me off of him, that I was still going to keep going until he had his GAME OVER. (Yeah, that was how badly that I wanted to be a part of the Army.)
Now, I am thinking about joining the Air Force. My ex was telling me that I should join. My friends at church said that I should join. Everybody seems to think that I should join the Air Force... Everyone except for my dad. My dad really doesn't trust anybody in the military with signing my life over (and to think, he was cool with it until Sergeant slaughtered my chances with the Army).
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 12:46 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 1:09 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 8:09 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 1:51 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 7:00 am
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