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OK, here goes. DI Sgt. Gills. The guy had, shall we say, a peculiar look to him. Near my rack is a recruit named Stokes. Gills has Stokes' number and starts calling him 'Strokes' to get his goat. One night, just before hitting the rack for the night, we had to 'ad hoc' Field Day the Squad Bay.
Gills is just hammering Stokes to no end and you can see he's gone too far and Stokes is about to go to 'critical'! I guess it was inbred to Gills to be as big of a pain in the butt as he could be (he was new and dropped to our platoon in the middle of second phase so he had to: "announce his presence with authority!") and he got worse with Stokes.
Anyhow, Stokes was done for, it was all that he could do to keep from fighting Gills he was so mad (not to mention that Stokes knew if he fought Gills, Gills was going to eat his lunch!).
Gills ripped into him and said something to the effect: If you don't get that rack tight (keep in mind we were just about to get into it in about 10 minutes!) I am going to send you back to first phase! I am going to quarterdeck you till you puke! I will pit you until sand is coming out of your behind (or words to that effect)... Stokes had, up until that time, kept responding with 'Yes Sir!' and 'Aye Aye Sir!'. Stokes stops what he is doing (raking his rack) and has this very 'perturbed' look, stares DIRECTLY into Sgt. Gills' eyes (any former Marine will know that this is akin to murder in the Marine Corps!) and says: "Oh, big "f****n'" deal... I am really scared, 'specially since it is coming from a guy who looks like "ERNIE" on Sesame Street!"
I told you that Gills looked rather peculiar.
Now as an adjunct... Gills, for all his foibles, snapped to, did a parade ground quality right face, went behind the racks and went to the Duty Hut. The door slammed followed by something that we all swore was laughter. Stokes was never badgered again.
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