I remember the field problem I was on years ago when the battery commander walked by and asked us how we were doing.

It was a rare Ft. Carson summer downpour, a real gully washer. Everyone was miserable.

I replied cheerfully, "Sir...Well, Stanley, here's yet another fine mess you've gotten us into."

He looked at the three of us and we were soaked to the bone and shook his head. He was wet, too and just as miserable as we were. So was the First Sergeant about 50 feet away, just barely out of earshot.

The Old man wandered up to Top and had a few words and Top looked over at me, turned back to the Old Man and laughed.

About ten minutes later I was doing something else and Top came up to me. "Ahh, yes... PFC Piccolo." he sighed. "What are we going to do with you?"

I said nothing. 

"Between us, Thank you for making the Old Man's day," he said. "Oh, and the captain told me to compliment you on your excellent use of military courtesy."

I looked at Top confused.

"You said 'Sir'," he replied. Then he shook his head.

"What are we going to do with you?" he chuckled and walked off. 

For weedks I kept waiting for the other shoe to fall.

To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this: http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY