Re: TUNNELS
Roy shook his head, the disgust on his face plain to see. "You know why I have Sec run the tunnels, Gunny?" he asked, in a tone that made it clear he was NOT waiting for an answer. "It's because we don't have the luxury of a fast plane to get us out of the line of fire, and when the enemy makes a push, we have to respond. When the enemy falls back, we have to respond. WE DON'T HAVE THE LUXURY OF PAUSING TO CATCH OUR BREATH BECAUSE SOME DUMBASS WAS SHOWBOATING!!!"
It wasn't often that Roy looked and sounded well and truly angry, but he was seething. "I told you that if you couldn't pass muster here, you'd spend the rest of your time polishing the deck with your ass, at best. If she can't make two more laps, she doesn't go down. If ANY OF YOU can't make two more laps, YOU RIDE THE BENCH WITH HER!"
He glared at the lot of them. Without breaking eye contact with the gunnery sergeant, he added, "That includes you Heimdall pukes that couldn't or wouldn't keep pace with everyone else. Right now, there's only one of you fit for duty, which is why he isn't being ordered to run more laps!" He moved in, glaring at the Gunny, daring him to protest. "Is that clear enough for you, Gunny? Or do I need to ask Roll to bring me some crayons so I can draw it out simple enough for you to comprehend?"
His voice raised from the angry growl of a personal challenge to the resonant bark of a drill instructor. "We don't like leaving people behind! If you can't prove that you can keep up with us on the ground, then we'll leave you on the ship! But if you're too tired to keep running after one lap around the ship, you're a battlefield liability and you should be slinging mops in the head, not firearms on the field!" He paused, his jaw clenched with barely contained anger, before he continued.
"You've got thirty seconds to get your asses on the starting line! Anyone that doesn't make it will get the shittiest jobs I can think of!" His voice dropped again to something between a snarl and an angry purr as he said, right in the Gunny's face, "And I've got one hell of an imagination..."
He turned and stepped up to the line. "Clock's ticking, babies! Get the bottles out of your mouths, pull up your diapers, and get ready to run! TWO LAPS!!! And pray you do well enough that I don't decide you need MORE practice!"