soap

Booking into camp in the mornings always brings with it the risk of cardiac arrest from the stress of sudden spot checks and blockades. There was one this morning with the csm and his RPs checking bags and phones. i started to feel a wee bit nervous with the malaysian fags in my bag and the large selection of burnt cds, managed to hide it in a book and slipped thru.

i think my contempt for army commanders started in BMT when i became a perm staff toilet cleaner and began to realise that i was being led by men who defecate like animals wiping their arses on the floor and walls. my revenge regularly made its way into the soap dispensers.