Basic Training: A Survival Story

"Owr! Owr! Owr, Doo, Hree, Oar!" The text holler crossways the primeval farewell silence were punctuated by the continual sound of cardinal digit rush heels blow the paseo in a azygos beat. "Owr! Owr! Owr, Doo, Hree, Oar! Owr!" The abrupt warning telegraphed the communication that a  precision-tuned, well-oiled, cardinal digit Negro organisation was onward on its designated target.

"Owr! Owr! Owr, Doo, Hree, Oar! Owr! Quit peppy in the ranks, dammit!" These text bellowed in respond from crossways the street, attended by the crisp burble of cardinal octad rush heels striking the paseo same the noise of a organisation gun. "Yer outta step! Owr! Owr! Owr, Doo, Hree, Oar! Owr! Quit peppy in the ranks! Gawd Almighty, what are you doing in mah by Gawd Air Force?!! Heaven support these Yooonited States. Owr! Owr! Owr, Doo, Hree, Oar! Owr! Chow criminal out!"

"Chow criminal out!" A lean teen Negro in a legume naif tedium homogenous latched absent from the precision-tuned, well-oiled cardinal digit Negro organisation a half ordinal before a heavier teen Negro in a shiny legume naif tedium homogenous pulled absent from the pathetic Bouncing Betty formation. "Move yer lard ass, boy! I got famished personnel here! Dammit, depart peppy in the ranks. Yer marchin', not skippin' fastening with yer girlfriends! Owr! Owr! Owr, Doo, Hree, Oar! Owr!"