Thursday, September 11, 2008

1) I show up to PT Friday morning, and I'm getting ready to run with everyone in my squadron. Then some guy comes up to me and asks if I can move my truck, so I move it into some kind of indoor parking garage. I'm trying to find a spot, and there are lots of people walking around, making it hard to drive. I get back to my squadron, but they've already run and I missed it. They were in some kind of race with another squadron, and we won. Then everyone lines up for a big formation, and I pass by a female Major from the other squadron. She gives me a really mean look, so I salute her because I think that's what she wants me to do. Then we all get called to attention, and the Major keeps glaring at me. I have no idea why she's upset.

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