How I think Sergeant Redford came into Bad Company
Damn, I'm not even seeing any action around here...
Sergeant Redford thought as he watched some sergeants played poker. His friend Johnson was winning most of the money while the other two sergeants were moaning and groaning as they lost. One of them lost it and flipped the poker table over.
"You's is cheatin' Johnson!" he yelled.
With the other sergeant, he left the tent, cursing. Johnson laughed and looked at Redford.
"You hear that Redford?" he asked. "They thought I was cheating."
A mischevious smile was on his face as he pulled up his sleeve. Redford was expecting a card to fall out but only a little piece of underarm hair fell.
"Ha,
you was thinking a card would fall out, huh?"
"Yeah,
Johnson, you're one sneaky mother -"
Redford stopped in his tracks when he saw Johnson pull out a pamphlet of a picture of a pond and a fisherman.
"What
you got there, Johnson?" he asked.
"A
little something something for when we both get outta here,"
Johnson replied.
"I
don't think that'll be any time soon."
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Redford and Johnson made their way to the Mess Hall to get lunch. They sat at their usual table but the soldiers weren't talking about the usual.
"Hey, guys, guess what I found out?" one of the corporals said.
Redford and Johnson raised an eyebrow and waited for him to continue.
"If you voluntarily join B-company, you get out of here in three days," the corporal said. "And there's actually no catch. I heard one of the privates got out through it."
The private got up and left the two sergeants.
"You know, if we do this, we can get to that fishing trip."
Redford and Johnson looked at each other and both ran out of the Mess to see the General.
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"General, we'd both like to voluntarily join B-company," Redford said.
The General looked up at them and smiled.
"Are
you sure about that?" he asked.
"Yes,
sir," Redford and Johnson said.
The General picked out papers from a file cabinet and stamped them with a stamp saying "Transfer B Com." On the papers were Redford and Johnson's names.
"Done," the General said. "You'll be shipped off in two weeks."