I was on PI during August 1960. Plt 248 one month out of high school. We cut the grass with nail scissors. Quick story: Charging in from PT to shower and get ready for chow. Unknown by the DI(#1), No.2 DI had allowed the rack of the house mouse to be taken to the next barracks as a proper display for the newbies there. When the mouse saw the empty spot on the deck where his rack should have been, he ran to DI #1 and shouted out, “Sir, My rack is missing!” In in own gravely, guttural, growl, The DI replied, “Well, You’d better #### one!” After serving 30 years and almost another 30 after that, I still laugh at that often used phrase.
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