It was zero-dark-thirty and the entire base was seemingly up, prepping for a ‘Forced March.’ I’d been up a little while longer double checking my equipment, before having to head to the parade deck to start inspecting other’s rucks.
As I wrapped up third’s squads inspection, someone in the squad called for a prayer, asking me if I’d do the honors. I began with, “Lord hear our prayer…and ended it with, “If God be for me, who can be against me?”
Out of the darkness an anonymous voice boomed, “A pissed off Master Gunny.”
In unison, we all shouted, “Amen!”
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