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Originally Posted by kindlekitten
We'll get you a wambulance! In basic training our drill sergeant took us into the parking lot of the dispensary, had us drop and start doing pushups until HE was tired! All of us would have gladly killed him at the time. Over the next few days we discovered his subtle brilliance. We were the only platoon that could actually completely use our arms (yes, arms, we got so many shots that they had medics standing on each side of us with an air gun that administered the shots. If you stayed still you were fine, if you flinched the nature of the gun would rip 2-4 inch jagged lines on your arm, you'd have to go to the back of the line and have everything readministered by standard hypodermic needles, and that was anywhere between 7 and 15 shots) wa wa wa! Lol!
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Those air guns were something else. I don't think I ever flinched, but I saw others who did. It was a major incentive to keep my cool.