Walking across the Jacks Valley Training Complex (JVTC) to grab some sandbags for my basics, I passed by another flight standing at attention. One of the basics looked straight at me, realized I was looking at him, then snapped back.
I walked up, got in his face. "Basic, you checkin' me out?"
"You lyin' to me? 'Cause I just saw you look at me."
"You think I'm sexy, basic?"
No answer. Here comes Tyler, the flight commander and a friend of mine. Apparently, this basic's been causing some trouble.
Tyler: "You think Cadet Seibt is sexy? You wanna have some cuddle time with him later? But you can't tell me if you do."
The basic smirks. I yell: "Are you serious!? Wipe that smirk off your face. I'm tempted to drop you right now."
Tyler: "On your face." He gets down, throws his rifle in the dirt and puts his hands on top. I yell at him for that. His classmates join him. I yell, "My cadence!" The basics respond: "Your cadence!"
"One, two three..."
"One, sir!" And so on.
I tell them to get up after twenty four-count pushups. Get in that basics face again. "Sorry, but that's all I have time for."
Tyler: "Oh, you can come by later, Cadet Seibt."