I was the last one to finish drinking mine and so one of the squad leaders (another recruit in a meaningless leadership position) came up to me and kicked me in the shin for being so slow. He kicked me so hard that I started bleeding through my cammies and left a knot on my shin ...
Since she was neither flirty nor fond of drinking, this seems an odd employment choice, but it probably wasn’t a choice. She needed a job; bars needed a workforce, and bars didn’t require a high school education. My mom, who never knew her maternal grandparents, has some joyful memori...