Right after breakfast, My Platoon Commander and I went back to school and the drill team practice started around 8:55AM.
Karisma: Hey! You're back.
ROTC Cadet: Thanks everyone.
Olivia: We were doing something what we can do.
Petty Officer 1st Class Jackson Bennett: You came in just in time.
ROTC Cadet: I know right.
Karisma: Shall we begin?
Petty Officer 1st Class Jackson Bennett: Yes cadet.
Team attention!
We stood in attention like yesterday even though my ROTC classmates are still goofballs.
We are told not to talk in attention, adjust and make second movements because Chief would make us do Push-Ups.
Like we said, well things gone crazy sometimes because I knew it would.
I started looking straight as Petty Officer gave us a command. "At ease,"
*farts*
Karisma: Oops.
Olivia: Oh my goodness what was that?
Petty Officer 1st class Jackson Bennett: Did somebody farted? I can smell it from nearby.
Chief Petty Officer: What's the smell? Is that you?
Karisma: *Gulps*
No one knows who did.
Karisma raised her left paw. "Chief Permission for this cadet to use the head,"
Chief Petty Officer: Go ahead.
We waited for my friend to finish using the restroom.
I heard Karisma shouting. "Is anyone out there? Have a tissue paper?"
The platoon commander heard my friend.
Platoon Commander: I'm coming.
We heard the toilet flush, it was my friend in the bathroom pooping because her butt caught on fire.
My friend came out and asked Jackson a permission.
Karisma: Permission for this cadet to fall in.
Petty Officer 1st class Jackson Bennett: Fall in.
The drill team practice continued.
Chief Petty Officer: Company Attention! Let's get the practice started. Right face! Calls forward from the right.
Olivia: Forward!
Christina: Stand fast
Chief Petty Officer: In the designated area March.
Forward March! Last cadet!
While Jessica Caban is at work, Bruno Mars came in the ROTC building as my platoon commander saw a figure.
Platoon Commander: This better be a real person.
Bruno Mars: Hi.
Platoon Commander: Hi, my name is Hank Crawford, call me Senior Chief.
Bruno Mars: Hi Senior Chief. You must be the retired Marine.
Platoon Commander: I see.
Bruno Mars: Have you checked the kids yet?
Platoon Commander: Yes I did, they're fine.
Bruno Mars: Okay. Just want to make sure what the cadets are up to.
Chief Petty Officer: Team! Halt!
Left face! At ease! No talking!
The practice continued.
Chief Petty Officer: Attention! Right face.
Everyone in my class including me and my friends did a canned routine, exhibition, M&Ms, Skittles, X hut and other performing stuff.
The practice was a blast so Chief praised us for doing great.
Chief Petty Officer: I wanted to thank you cadets for doing all your hard work. So tomorrow we are going to do something in a Military Mannered way. Understood?
All: Chief yes Chief!
Chief Petty Officer: Good, now there will be performance so don't forget that. Clear?
All: Chief Yes chief!
Chief Petty Officer: Now I'm going to do a dismissal call. Team attention. You are dismissed!
All: Chief Aye Chief!
Chief Petty Officer: Now go home.
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Bruno Mars Fiction: NAVY NJROTC
Подростковая литератураI am the NAVY ROTC CADET who is expecting a visitor inside the ROTC building but sooner than later. Here comes my instructor that is sometimes strict but he expects that too. I do not own characters but I just do some novels, make characters and fi...
