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Moreover, every time a sergeant, over at company headquarters, needed a detail to clean an office, wash windows, empty trash or whatever, they didn't go upstairs, they didn't go you, you and you. They went, "A to F fall out for detail. A to G, A to B fall out for more and ever more duty. So I pulled nearly every chore, and of course constantly pulling duty, one couldn't do what everyone else was doing, like learning how everything worked, shining shoes and brass, organizing wall and foot lockers, studying some manual or other, memorizing clap-trap.
So I was always behind, and ever excusing myself with, "I was pulling duty Sarge, I didn't have time"; and never got credit for any of it. There was no escaping it. Didn't take much more than a week to get quite disillusioned with the army. The worst was KP or what they called Kitchen Police meaning kitchen duty. This was the worst detail of all, getting woken up at four in the morning by the Charge of Quarters, and starting at five am, working until seven or eight at night, with three half hour breaks for meals. I pulled it my first day in basic. Had shots in the morning, where you stand in line, shirt off with T shirt rolled up over your shoulder, until you come to the guys with the shot guns, compressed air inoculations, blasted through the skin, one in each arm at the same time, and then step up for the second, and then the third --- six shots in all. Some guys actually passed out. By seven PM, working the dish washer, I was sick as a dog.
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