I WAS A SOLDIER
Army Physical Training Got me in Shape The evil Monday morning PT formation hovered over me like a hungry vulture in a scorching desert waiting to pounce on me, its helpless prey. There was no escape.
I WAS A SOLDIER. Last weekend, I had partied my ass off and had gotten drunker than a skunk at the club. I tried to sleep off my massive hangover on Sunday to no avail. I WAS A SOLDIER. Monday, my sworn enemy, showed up as usual. It was o'dark thirty, and the sun wasn't even up yet. ...
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