Jonathan McAlister's day at Fort, Bragg, North Carolina begins as all of the proceeding days did: the sound of morning revile. As the obnoxious notes of the staff sergeant’s horn piece through the air at 5:00AM the newest recruits of the 82nd airborne are roused to wake. Some men still lay in their bunk beds, trying to get a few more seconds of shuteye before the real wakeup call comes to the cabin.
The Drill Instructor booming voice ecoes through the room “WAKE UP CHARLIE PLATOON, RISE AND SHINE!” Drill Instructor Willson holds a metal trash can in one hand and a baseball bat in the other, recklessly banging away. “COME ON, COME ON RISE AND SHINE!” the sergeant continues to yell. DI Willson then tosses the trash can into the corner of the cabin and resumes his normal position: hands on hips, neck craned forward, and pacing back and forth in front of his troops.
The enlisted men of Charlie platoon soon begin to react.
Camerone Deliso, a private from the Bronx, is hands down the first one to react, springing out of his sheets and on to the floor from the second bunk as soon as the DI had thrown down the trashcan “Yes sir, Drill Instructor, Sir”, and scurries in his fatigues (military casual wear equivalent to shorts and t-shirt[NOT what you sleep in]) out the cabin door and into the assembly courtyard.
It’s not the first time Deliso has made such a quick escape onto the assembly courtyard but DI Wilson is unwaveringly impressed every time. “WELL LOOK AT WHAT WE HAVE HERE, PLATOON! A MEXICAN JUMPING BEAN. IF ONLY YOU FLOPS COULD BE HALF AS PUNCTUAL AS DELISO THE WAR WOULD BE OVER RIGHT NOW!”
DI Willson now turns to Jonathan McAlister “AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PRIVATE? ARE YOU SCARED TO GET OUT OF THE BOTTOM BUNK!? DELISO IS AN AIRBORNE SOLDIER WHO’S PROUD TO JUMP OFF OF THE TOP BUNK EVERY DAY”
One of the other enlisted men drops his footlocker, attracting DI Willson’s attention for the next foreseeable future…
The Drill Instructor booming voice ecoes through the room “WAKE UP CHARLIE PLATOON, RISE AND SHINE!” Drill Instructor Willson holds a metal trash can in one hand and a baseball bat in the other, recklessly banging away. “COME ON, COME ON RISE AND SHINE!” the sergeant continues to yell. DI Willson then tosses the trash can into the corner of the cabin and resumes his normal position: hands on hips, neck craned forward, and pacing back and forth in front of his troops.
The enlisted men of Charlie platoon soon begin to react.
Camerone Deliso, a private from the Bronx, is hands down the first one to react, springing out of his sheets and on to the floor from the second bunk as soon as the DI had thrown down the trashcan “Yes sir, Drill Instructor, Sir”, and scurries in his fatigues (military casual wear equivalent to shorts and t-shirt[NOT what you sleep in]) out the cabin door and into the assembly courtyard.
It’s not the first time Deliso has made such a quick escape onto the assembly courtyard but DI Wilson is unwaveringly impressed every time. “WELL LOOK AT WHAT WE HAVE HERE, PLATOON! A MEXICAN JUMPING BEAN. IF ONLY YOU FLOPS COULD BE HALF AS PUNCTUAL AS DELISO THE WAR WOULD BE OVER RIGHT NOW!”
DI Willson now turns to Jonathan McAlister “AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING, PRIVATE? ARE YOU SCARED TO GET OUT OF THE BOTTOM BUNK!? DELISO IS AN AIRBORNE SOLDIER WHO’S PROUD TO JUMP OFF OF THE TOP BUNK EVERY DAY”
One of the other enlisted men drops his footlocker, attracting DI Willson’s attention for the next foreseeable future…