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man stepped back. Catch ya later, Freckles. He whistled 'She Wore a Yellow Ribbon' as he walked away. Ryan shook his head. Five years later Phillip Grabowski still had the ability to make him feel like a sixteen-year-old girl. *** 273 That afternoon at formation Ryan was talking to Alexander Krutz. Alexander was a cool guy who had transferred to his unit when his decommissioned. Did you hear they are bringing in some new guy? He's taking over third squad, Alexander said. Great. Just what we need. Ryan rolled his eyes. Most of the new guys ended up being assholes. They d seriously lucked out with SGT. Krutz. He was a been there guy who didn't like bragging about his 'war exploits'. Last time they pulled in a new E6 he was a bigger fuck- up than most of the just out of basic guys are. He rolled his eyes some more. What I heard is he's an E5. He's taking over for Smith. More time in service I guess, Alexander said. Some of the guys were talking about him. He's like Chuck Norris. The guy grinned. 274 Great, we don't need a Chuck Norris, Ryan said with disgust. Those guys don't know shit about what they are doing. Company! Attention! called their Platoon Leader. Alexander and Ryan ceased talking and snapped to attention. Lieutenant Kripke looked over the platoon and grinned. Not much to say except PT starts tomorrow at five am. We have TA-50 layout at two and I would like to introduce a new squad leader until we get another E6. Gentlemen, give a good Comanche welcome to Sgt. Phillip Grabowski. Ryan blinked. What the LT had said was welcome Sgt. Phillip Grabowski. What Ryan heard was 'Welcome Drill Sergeant Grabowski, who is here to make your life a living hell.' 275 He came from the eighth but we're lucky to have him. He s already had three tours of duty in Iraq. Those of you who haven t been in Iraq would be smart to listen to him. With that said the man in question marched up to the front. Grabowski saluted the LT and then went to his position at the head of Third squad. He leaned across and breathed in Ryan's ear. Will you please make up your mind? I'm either the Anti-Christ or Chuck Norris. I can't be both. 276 CHAPTER NINE When formation was dismissed Ryan felt like running to his truck like a girl and taking off. Out of all the fucking units in the Army and all the fucking platoons, even at Ft. Hood, how in Holy Hell did Grabowski get assigned to Ryan's? Alexander was talking to him but Ryan was busy trying to dodge a six-foot-four two hundred-and-something-odd-pound man, which was ridiculous. Ryan had served in the US Army for five years. He wasn't green and he didn't harbor a crush on the man. Well, not a big crush on the man, anyway. 277 Freckles. Alexander blinked and looked at Ryan. Ryan sighed. Sgt. Krutz, this is Sgt. Grabowski. When I knew him it was Drill Sergeant Grabowski, he said by way of explanation. Alexander blinked and then blinked again. Drill Sergeant? Alexander asked and then began to laugh. That explains the deer in the headlight look from you. No, Freckles doesn't do deer in the headlight . I trained him better than that. That's his 'I'm gonna fuck you up' look. He smirked when Ryan shook off his silence. 278 Yeah, yeah. Y'all are so fucking funny. I knew I should have gotten out last year, Ryan said. Listen to Mr. Ohio talkin' like a Texan. I like it, Freckles. You're gonna love this then. Ryan smiled and flipped the former Drill Sergeant off. He didn't know what he expected from Phillip, but laughter wasn't really that high on his list of wanted reactions. Ryan was convinced that the Army put something in everyone's water that made them act like teenage boys once they got around their Former Drill Sergeants. He never EVER had an issue with anyone else. Not even officers. Not like he had with Phillip. He changed the subject. Alexander, Patrick wanted me to ask if you wanted to come by the bar and meet some of our buddies? Kenneth and Brendon are both coming in. He glanced at 279 his watch. Actually I need to get out of here now. I have to pick Brendon up at the airport. Kenny is driving in. Yeah, I might do that, Alexander said with a little wave. Phillip just smiled. He followed Ryan to his car. So we're back to where we started. I'm kinda your superior. Ryan didn't stop moving until he got to his truck. He didn't say a word. He unlocked the doors and then turned to face Phillip, a wide smile sliding across his lips. Yeah, kinda sorta but not really. But admit it, I can still order you around. That kinda turns you on, Phillip said, stepping closer. Ryan just smirked. He knew what Phillip was doing. Two could play at that game. He closed the distance until they were inches apart. Just remember, Sergeant 280 [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |
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