On basic, buddy sleeping across my bunk was an 6‘4, 220lbs football player. Me, I‘m a 5‘11, 170lbs Chinese guy who can run like the wind, but that‘s all. If buddy goes and smokes pot every weekend, and I‘m convinced he can and probably would beat the crap out of me with relative ease for pissing him off, do you think I‘m gonna rat him out?
The last day of my 3‘s, after the grad parade, half the course is drunk or stoned, many of whom are in groups of 4-5. All of them fly home in 6 hours. Again, do you think I‘m gonna rat them out? I actually did, and if not for the fact that I propped a bed against my door, duct taped the windows shut, and had a flight that was 4 hours after thiers, I‘m pretty sure the filthy ravers I ratted out to the duty NCO would have broken in and made sure my last night in Kingston was one to remember.
I guess I paid the price for that one in the end, those idiots tore the shacks to pieces. Shaving cream, vomit, and liquor bottles everywhere, beds blocking hallways, pizza boxes and stacks upon stacks of porno mags in the laundry room. Some Sgt walked in just as I came out from my room, and screamed out "CLEAN THIS **** HOLE UP TROOPS." That was awesome, considering that I just about missed my flight home.