My first was in the Navy. My 1st class. He wasn't hard. He was a weak fucking douche. When I thought of the military I thought of yelling and beatings in order to make the insubordination stop. This motherfucker would just run and tell chief. Like a bitch!
When we were in port the Master Blaster would force us to stay and clean the already clean deck plates. It was up to 1st class douche to stand up and get us the fuck out of there. He failed every time. The firemen was the one to get shot done because he was such a worthless fuck.
There are more reasons he doesn't deserve to live.
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Most of my frustrations ended after high school. I have never again felt so powerless and angry in my life. But I am sometimes surprised it did not end in school shooting.