My Lesson on Pushing My Luck

After graduating from high school, I joined the US Army. I attended basic training at Fort Dix, NJ and Fort Devans, MA. My first duty assignment was Germany. When I first arrived I was told I was going to Weild Flicken, or aka Wild Chicken. A remote post so far north that it was cold pretty much all year around. Needless to say, I cried (literally all night, big sobs and boo hoos). The next morning the bus arrived to take all the soldiers to their respective posts. Instead of getting on my bus, I hopped on the bus going to souther Germany. I ended up going to Ludwigsburg which is about 20-30 miles north of Stuttgart in southern Germany. The unit signed me in and I was still not happy. I ended up taking another bus to Stuggart and they signed me in as well. Now I was happy. However, that First Sergeant at the Ludwigsburg post drove her mad ass down to Stuttgart and reamed my ass royally and took me back to Ludwigsburg. From then on my name may as well been "private dump shit on me whenever". I was always the bad seed from then on.

I've said all of this to tell you that I am one to push the envelope and never accept status quo. I've learned lessons from my past however, and I don't go overboard.