Originally Posted by David J.
David's soap-box time!
Don't get me frigging started with PJ's. When I went to Air Force Basic Training, they put all of the special forces guys together. Well, it doesn't always work like that. I went to tech school with people who never got transfered out of the flights, so here they are open general, stuck with PJ's.
So, I found my self in a PJ flight. I came in open general, and got my job choice that I selected when I chose my job. I really don't remember that flight much, other than the usuall inital shock that one gets from basic training. I remember as I got my haircut, and as I left my TI asked me if I had a girlfriend and if I was a virgin... sexual harassment?
I found a few people I was in that flight with at Tech School. One was going to be a PJ or someshit, but he recruiter screwed up his paperwork. The kid was in shape and academiclly smart, but when not dealing with PT or academics, the kid was annoying and not too bright. The other kid just never was transfered, but was a student leader and although we kinda butted heads at first, we devloped a good rapport by the end.
Anyway, I was transfered out of that flight by Friday night... I had to carry all of my crap in a duffle bag from the church to some squadron that we had no clue where it was. The MP's where almost called on me and a few of the people who transfered, because we took to long to get there. Right as I got to the new squadron, there was this TI (from my sister flight) yelling and screaming in my face, friggin scarry as hell. I don't remember what he said, but I remember standing there at attention scared to death. Something about PT. And then I started Air Force Basic Training with the 323rd Training Squadron, AKA Band Camp (no I don't play an insturment...)
I laugh when these cocky bastards flunk out, and either get security forces or services.
This guys used to scream at me like that all the time. One time I was so tired and shocked I was seeing trails.

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