Jeg skrev dette for en stund siden, har ikke noe med sex, eller nakenprat og gjøre, men tror den er bra uansett.
The alarm clock beeped its steady high-pitched tone. Its liquid crystal display informed the unfortunate, soon to be army recruit of the time. The dreaded 6 A.M. Jack Silvernan tried rubbing the sleep out of his bloodshot blue eyes. Slowly sitting up in his kingsized bed. For a second a mask of confusion covered his otherwise handsome face. The sun suddenly shone through a crack in his black and white pin striped curtains. The natural sunlight lit a part of the room that had earlier been too dark to see. The god like, yet eerie moment reviealed two big duffelbags and a uniform, all marked in bold white letters, U.S. ARMY. A silver dog-tag lay upon his massive oak desk. The mechanically engraved writings smiled back at him while they yelled. "Jack Silvernan, Recruit. Identification number 905295B" His head fell into his hands as he almost started to cry, he had hoped it was just a bad dream. He picked the dog-tag up from a pile of old leatherbound philosofical books. As he held the cold metal in his hands the past two years of his life flashed before his eyes.
Two years ago;Jack had been a very sucsessful car dealer, he had been on his way to the top, the the financial crisis took the world by storm and six months later he had become a washed up, unemployed man in his mid twenties with drinking problems. As the time past his forturne had slowly withered away until his financial advised had told him to get a job or he would end up on the streets within the month. As Jack figured it, it was better to die by a bullet than starvation.Present time;Jack was supposed to meet up with the other recruites at Fort Lewis, at precisely 9'O clock A.M. The base was a good thirty minute drive from his fancy, one story architect designed house. Silvernan grabbed his uniform and headed for his last shower in his own house. He cranked the temprature up a nothc and let the small waterdrops pepper his body for a good half hour, once he finally emerged from the indoor rain he dried himslef using one of the biggest towels he had ever seen, one of his last affordable luxuries. He styled his hair with wax making a combination of the messy bedhead and the complete controll almost manicured wilds look. He then got into his uniform and marched out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen carrying the two duffelbags. He slung them into the hallway as he passed it. The duffelbags landed next to a neat pile of shoes, and jackets.Breakfast that dark morning consisted of fruitloops, milk and lots of sugar. Jack thought to himself as he walked towards the frontdoor."What a great possibly last meal" The door squeaked as Jack wearily pushed it open, revealing a cold marble patio. Frost covered the orange leaves on the nearby trees. He walked slowly towards the gravel driveway and his porche, making sure to take in the beuitiful sight of the sun coming up, forming several rays of light through the trees and onto the nearly perfect frontlawn with green grass and a barbeque corner. Parked on the gravel was a silver Porche 911 turbo that yelled out class to any pedestrians it passed. He turned the key and th
Jack replied with a smile, just as he did to all strangers."Hey, nice to meet you, I'm Jack Silvernan, I used to own a car dealership, but after I went bankrupt I enlistet for the army. I'm just hoping to get something good out of my life. Why are you here?"Hank shook his head in sadness as he listened to Jacks story, and replied with confidence and patriotism." Jack... All army recruits aren't here becuase they screwed something up. Personally I'm here becuase I feel its my duty to help protect my homeland, the homeland of our fathers. To protect this magnificent land from all enimies, foreign and domestic, official armies or terrorist, I just want to serve and protect our families back home, and the local shops in the streets, our nature and our economy." The whole room fell silent as Hank was finishing his speech, as everyone started at Hank, Jack slowly started applauding, and others joined in, everyone applauded Hank and his patriotic speech. People came storming over, some of their heads just half shaven, to pat Hank on the back, who was now clearly the squadron hero. The sergant burst in the door, yelling;" Come on scums! When your done shaving get your butts out to the training grounds for a strenght training session!"Out on the training field the sergant, or probably some poor soul had rigged up 11 punching bags, 10 for us in the squad and 1 for the sergant. We chose a bag and readied ourselfs on his comand.The sergant yelled on the top of his lungs."1...2...3 Hit'em! Hit'em again! Kick'em! Harder! Harder!" He wnet on like that for almost an hour before he ordered us to follow him down the streets. We jogged past other squadrons, army supplies and houses. Then we sang."Can you hear those afghans sing?No!No!Can you hear those iraqies sing?No!No!Can you hear the terrorists sing?I can't hear a freaking thing!No!No!No!"The song went on with almost 5 more verses, and at that time they jogged through the gates of the army base, and straight towards the showers.
Vil gjerne vite hva dere syns.