August 31, 2013. Inspired by the greenshirts themselves. I mean, getting a bunch of new greenshirts that all have the same letter of the start of their last names would be rare as hell, but it could happen. Laws of randomness and all that good stuff. And Norris is named after that famous round housing person. Pity it doesn't do him any good. I don't find this to be all that funny or anything, but it wouldn't leave me alone, so here it is.

Beachhead looked at the list of names in the latest batch of greenshirts. He then looked at said greenshirts standing in front of him. "Norris!" he barked. "How the hell did you end up with all these Cs?"

"I don't know Sergeant Major, Sir! Was just told to pack up, get on the bus, and be early for PT."

"Maybe the Paperwork Gods decided to make it easy on you, Sir! This way, we all go in the same section in the files," said another greenshirt. Several of the others snickered.

"Firs' off, you can call me Sergeant Major. Save the Sir fer the others. Secondly, since y'all think smart mouthin' to the Sergeant Major is so funny, y'all can drop and give me fifty!"

The last of the new batch of greenshirts finished introducing himself. "So let me get this straight, we have Calamity - what a loaded name that is - Cantrell, Carsons, Cherry, Chilson, Clayton, Comstock, Corrington, Creek, and Norris. How did we end up with a sea of greenshirts?

Scarlett groaned. Storm Shadow was grinning. "Come on, how could I resist?"

"I don't know, aren't you supposed to be the disciplined ninja master here? Would think you would be able to control that mouth of yours."

"Where's the fun in that, Red?"

She sighed. "Anyway, Sergeant Storm Shadow and I will assess your hand-to-hand skills today," she said, addressing the greenshirts. "Norris, you're up first against Storm."

"Ugh, I'm just gonna sit here for the rest of eternity. How can these people do this all the time? It's insane!"

"What did you expect, Cherry?"

"I expect to file paperwork, general secretarial duties, basic training, you know, normal stuff! Not to be run into the mud by a permanently pissed off Sergeant Major, tossed on my ass by a I-still-can't-believe-it's-real ninja, or asked by the general himself if I can outshoot him. 'NO, I can't outshoot you, Sir. Do you think I practice much shooting sitting behind a desk, Sir? See, Sir, I told you I couldn't outshoot you.' What kind of crazy place is this? Do they send all the loony-bin people here or something?"

"Well, the best usually have to get that way by thinking outside of the box, you know. I mean, you're here for a reason, right?" asked Creek.

"My previous CO recommended I take this position. Said the general needed someone who could keep their mouth shut about what comes across their desk and could get the work done quickly. He didn't say a damned thing about all of this other shit. I mean, did you hear the ninja?"

"Oh yeah, the whole, 'So you are the general's new secretary, huh? We need to get you in a lot better shape than this' bit? That was great, you should have seen your face," Calamity started laughing.

"Go ahead, laugh it up, Corporal, and we'll see how quickly any of your paperwork gets done."

"Oh, like we should be scared of the tiny fobbit. I'm shaking in my boots," sneered Clayton.

"Tiny fobbit, my ass!" she said, tackling him.

"Brother! Have you heard yet? Fresh blood," Tommy greeted Snake Eyes as he got out of the tomahawk.

*New greenshirts?*

"Yes, they arrived yesterday, but three are already gone."

Snake Eyes snorted. *So much for screening.*

"Yeah, I think at least one more will go, probably after he gets ground in the dirt. Ace already has a pool going on which of the girls will do it. Greenie made it clear he has a beef with women in the military."

*I should go put money down on Scarlett.*

"You just want to watch."

Snake Eyes nodded.