The Drill Sergeant:
(a new type of Autumn Person)

The Drill Sergeant isn't interested in your excuses, your dreams or anything else much about you. He has but one purpose in life, and that's to turn your cringing civilian arse into a lean, mean (and incidentally, banal) fighting machine. He ain't got time to listen to your complaints, your ideas, your daydreams or anything else. He just wants to get his job done, drink a couple of beers, and go back to his spartan private quarters to masturbate over his picture of Jane Fonda. And his job is teach you what you need to know in order to survive in this man's army - conformity, submissiveness, homophobia and enough racism not to feel guilty about raping enemy civilians.

The Drill Sergeant isn't necessarily a bad guy. True, he wants to break your spirit and crush you individuality, but he thinks he's doing you a favour. After all, he's a soldier, and you're just a dumb private - and a dumb conscript private at that. If it should happen that he believes suffering improves memory retention, that homophobia is the natural state of all men, that the President is something nobler, purer and finer than normal humans (and never farts), and is, in fact, god incarnate, well, so be it.

(You get the idea…)

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