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Friday, September 16, 2011
Fort Knox Memories
Fort Knox Basic ca.1960
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Ah, sweet memories
of life— how they flood back, etc. Basic training at Fort Knox,
Kentucky, 1952, 20-mile marches in full pack in the sun:
I don’t know but I been told Eskimo pussy is mighty cold. Sound off! One, two. Sound off! Three, four. Take it on down! One, two, three, four.
Every night before retreat, Sergeant Willie Johnson beats
his meat. If Sergeant Willie didn’t beat
his meat, Private Harry wouldn’t eat. Sound off! One, two. Sound off! One, two, three, four!
I see just where those pore recruits are in the ritual - just got their Army buzzcut, still standing around in civvies in the sun, awaiting their uniform issue, with the hair itching like crazy around their sweaty collar openings. "and Jody's got your girl and gone." Lt. Col. Gen. Tailgunner dick
when i arrived at ft jackson sc in june 1969 the clean cut army drill sergeant kept screaming at me. when i was returning home thru the san francisco intl airport from my tour of duty in august 1970, dirty hippies screamed at me, spit on my dress greens and medals. in comparison, sgt was a fine person.
....might cold.
ReplyDeleteWhite as snow and cold as ice,
Eskimo pussy is might nice.
Sound off......
The verse above was missing a part.
I see just where those pore recruits are in the ritual - just got their Army buzzcut, still standing around in civvies in the sun, awaiting their uniform issue, with the hair itching like crazy around their sweaty collar openings.
ReplyDelete"and Jody's got your girl and gone."
Lt. Col. Gen. Tailgunner dick
It's going to be a long time before anyone gets some hot pussy or cold beer.
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when i arrived at ft jackson sc in june 1969 the clean cut army drill sergeant kept screaming at me. when i was returning home thru the san francisco intl airport from my tour of duty in august 1970, dirty hippies screamed at me, spit on my dress greens and medals. in comparison, sgt was a fine person.
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