Lamont

OUTTAKE

I remember when our Company Commander heard me call his Alma Mater a girl’s school and the purple nail polish on Sgt. Steen. By the way, Steen is a guy. Then, there was the incident with the Corvette and the rat. I’ll never forget our Sergeant’s bare ass hanging out while we were under a fake attack (during training) in Death Valley, California. Funnier things -still- were Stan always telling the Basic Training story of the food tray and Drill Sergeant and my own bare ass story which happened in Austin, Texas.