Ermey was up early that morning as he and two junior officers come into the barracks where the kits were sleeping. The lights soon turned on as Ermey grabbed an empty metal garbage can as he began banging it around with his baton to wake the kits up.
"Reveille! Reveille! Reveille! Drop your cocks and grab your socks! Today is Sunday! Divine worship at zero-eight-hundred! Get your bunks made and get your uniforms on. Police call will commence in two minutes!" Ermey ordered as he woke the kits up to get themselves ready for the morning. The kits soon began scrambling around to make their beds and get their uniforms on when the police arrived. Ermey soon walked to his left as he stopped right in front of the bunks ready to bark orders. "Private Cowboy! Private Joker!" Ermey shouted wanting their full attention.
"Sir yes sir!" Cowboy soon ran to Ermey as he was ready for his commands. Squirrelkit had just finished as she raced to Ermey.
"Sir yes sir!" Squirrelkit responded as she was ready for the morning. Ermey nodded as he was ready to bark orders to the two kits.
"As soon as you finish your bunks, I want you two turds to clean the head." Ermey gave them an order. Squirrelkit and Cowboy knew what the head meant and they were somewhat disgusted on that they will be cleaning up the toilets. But it had to be done.
"Sir aye-aye sir!" The two of them shouted in unison. Ermey nodded as he soon continued to speak.
"I want the head so sanitary and squared away that the Virgin Dawnsparkle herself would be proud to go in there and take a dump!" Ermey had set the standard on how well clean the toilets should be and he knew he could trust the two of them on it.
"Sir yes sir!" They shouted again in unison. Ermey soon turned to Squirrelkit, ready to ask her a series of questions.
"Private Joker, do you believe in the Virgin Dawnsparkle?" Ermey asked her if she believed in the bug eyed she-cat.
"Sir no sir." Squirrelkit responded as she didn't know what the Virgin Dawnsparkle was that well. Ermey soon tossed the metal trash can away as it made a loud clang on the floor. He soon began looking at her with sheer disgust.
"Private joker, I don't believe I heard you correctly!" Ermey shouted at Squirrelkit as it was another one of his tests to see if she had the guts.
"Sir, I said "sir no sir" sir." Squirrelkit responded as she wanted to repeat on what she said. Ermey wasn't impressed with that.
"Why you little maggot! You want to make me vomit!" Ermey shouted at Squirrelkit. He soon slapped her across the cheek as hard as he could as Squirrelkit felt the brunt of it. Her face stung when he was done with her. "You goddamn communist heathen, you had best sound off that you love the Virgin Dawnsparkle or I'm gonna stomp your guts out! Now do you love the Virgin Dawnsparkle, don't you?!" Ermey shouted wanting to test on how far she would go.
"Sir negative sir!" Squirrelkit shouted as she wanted to defend her beliefs. Ermey soon wondered if she was out there to ruin his day.
"Private Joker, are you trying to offend me?!" Ermey shouted to Squirrelkit as he wondered if she was out there to offend him. Squirrelkit soon shouted her believes to Ermey.
"Sir negative sir! Sir, the private believes that any answer he or she gives will be wrong! And the Senior Drill Instructor will beat them harder if they reverse themselves sir!" Squirrelkit voiced her reasons as Ermey had noticed he had been out maneuvered. He was soon wondering who was their leader in all of this.
"Who's your squad leader, scumbag?" Ermey asked Squirrelkit on who her squad leader was. Squirrelkit took a moment to think about it as the name soon snapped into her mind.
"Sir the private's squad leader is Private Snowball, sir!" Squirrelkit was yowling at this point as Ermey wanted to draw their attention. He knew he had to fetch Private Snowball.
"Private Snowball?" Ermey asked wondering where he was. Sparrowkit came running as soon as he was finished with making his bunk as he was double timing to get there.
"Sir Private Snowball reporting as ordered, sir!" Sparrowkit spoke as he was waiting for an order to be said for him. Ermey had other ideas for him.
"Private Snowball, you're fired! Private Joker is promoted to squad leader!" Ermey told Sparrowkit. He knew he had lost his position but he could do nothing about it.
"Sir aye-aye sir!" Sparrowkit ran off as he wanted to finish getting his stuff together. Ermey knew he had to call in Pyle to give him new orders too.
"Private Pyle!" Ermey shouted wondering where the fat gray kit was. Pyle came running only dressed in his dog-tags and he had no cover on the legs or body.
"Private Pyle reporting as order, sir!" Pyle responded as Ermey looked at him as he had orders for him and these orders were permanent.
"Private Pyle, from now on Private Joker is your new squad leader, and you will bunk with her. She'll teach you everything. She'll teach you how to pee." Ermey soon told him that he will be bunking with Squirrelkit as she would be Pyle's new assistant. Pyle, Squirrelkit and Cowboy looked at Ermey with the instructions drilled into the heads.
"Sir yes sir!" Pyle responded as Ermey continued to speak to him.
"Private Joker is silly and he's ignorant but she's got guts and gusts is enough. Now, you ladies carry on." Ermey knew they needed to get back to what they were doing as he needed to complete a few things himself.
"Sir aye-aye sir!" Squirrelkit, Cowboy and Pyle shouted in unison. They soon darted back wo what they were doing so they could complete on what their task was.
Later on that day, they were on the field with their M14 rifles. Ermey was explaining what today's training was but they weren't going to shoot them yet. Today they were going to be stripping them down.
"Now the important lesson of your rifle is being able to disassemble it and put it back together. If your rifle gets jammed or a part breaks and you need to replace it, a good fieldstrip is all what you need to get your rifle back in working order. First thing you want to do is take the magazine out and the second thing you do is keep the safety on so you can't shoot the rifle by mistake. We'll begin the disassembly." Ermey began to explain how disassembling the M14 worked. He soon began taking parts off of it as he was going through the process piece by piece. Squirrelkit was calmly and patiently explaining to Pyle how the rifle worked. She was holding the parts up as he was looking at them as she explained where needed to go where.
"…The bolt. The bolt goes in the receiver, Operating rod handle. Operating rod guide…" Squirrlekit explained to him as she was telling him how to do it. Pyle nodded as he puts it together as Squirrelkit smiled to Pyle. "Good job there." She patted him on the back. There was still more they had to do in order to make him a good marine.
That night, Squirrelkit was overseeing Pyle lace up his combat boots seeing the day they had more free time than any other day of the week. Squirrelkit was overlooking him as she was wondering about it. She still explained how it would be done.
"And the left one… over the right. Right one over the left. Left one over the right. Right one over the left and pull." Squirrelkit explained on how to properly lace the boots up. She saw him pull them into a good bow instead of a messy knot that he would normally do. Squirrelkit smiled to him. "See I told you with time and patience, you could do it correctly." Pyle looked up at her as his eyes were beginning to shine. It felt like he had a friend.
The next morning came as they were doing the confidence climb together as Squirrelkit got herself up and over. Pyle was still shaking with fear but he was climbing up faster than before. Squirrelkit was waiting for him at the top.
"Just throw your leg over." Squirrelkit began. Pyle soon threw one leg over the other as he was still shaking as he got the first leg over. Squirrelkit was ready to cheer him on. "That'a boy. That's it. Now just pull the next one over and you're home free. Ready just throw it over." Pyle gulped as he got the other leg over as he was still shaking with fear. He soon managed to get it over. "That'a boy. Just set it down. All right?" Squirrelkit watched as Pyle was still scared but he was able to get himself over it. Squirrelkit looked at Pyle as he was breathing heavily but managed to get himself over. "There you go. Congratulations, Leonard. You did it." Squirrelkit and Pyle soon scrambled down as they were going onto the next obstacle.
They were soon at the Dirty Name again as Squirrelkit and Pyle soon ran. Squirrelkit bounded to the 2nd log but Pyle was beginning to struggle. Squirrelkit ran over as she began to pull him. Pyle soon got to the top as Squirrelkit bounded to the last log with Pyle following her. She held a firm grip to make sure he didn't slip and fall. Pyle was at the top of the third log as he was triumphant. They soon ran off together.
Later, Squirrelkit was explaining Pyle how to make the bed the correct way. Pyle was listening in on this.
"You fold the blanket and the sheet together. Make a four inch fold? Okay? Got it? You do it." Squirrelkit explained to Pyle as she wanted to see what he was capable of. Pyle soon folded the bedsheet over as Squirrelkit observed him. She soon nodded as he did it correctly. She nodded to him. "You did it Leonard." She soon hugged him as she was overjoyed.
"At least you seem to be a friend to me. Now let's finish up with that manual of arms." Pyle responded as he got the book out to finish it.
The days went by and the condition of Pyle's mentality continued to improve. Pyle, Cowboy and Squirrelkit were on the obstacle course as they soon grabbed the rope as they all swung it over all making it to the other side. Pyle began to smile.
"It seems like you are getting the hang of thing's Pyle." Squirrelkit responded as she was surprised on how fast he was able to work on his act. Several newer recruits turned to them as they were getting jealous.
The days continued to go by one by one as they were on the parade deck marching around. Ermey made a command to put the rifles over the left shoulder. They all filed suit including Pyle who turned his head to Squirrelkit. Squirrelkit winked as she was telling him he was doing good.
They were soon on the shooting range as the pinging of rifles was heard in the background. Targets were being raised and lowered in exchange as the red spots on the black indicated hits. Whitekit was inspecting her M14 as she took the magazine out before looking down the sights as she was looking out.
"The deadliest weapon in the world is a marine and his or her rifle. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if you expect to survive in combat. Your rifle is only a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong, you will hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not kill. You will become dead marines. And then you will be in a world of shit. Because Marines are not allowed to die without permission! Do you maggots understand?" Ermey explained that both the rifle and the cat that handles it is the deadliest weapon on the earth. If they hesitate for just a moment, they will die. Whitekit soon reloaded the M14 as she placed the empty magazine back inside.
"Sir yes sir!" The kits shouted in unison as they had now understood on what was going on.
Later that day, they were on the street, they were now jogging faster as they were on double time as they were chatting in cadences.
"I love working for Uncle Sam!" Ermey began as he expected the kits to repeat after him.
"I love working for Uncle Sam." The kits chanted back. Ermey was impressed with it.
"Let's be known just who I am." Ermey chanted wanting the kits to repeat after him.
"Let's be known just who I am." The kits responded. Ermey grinned as he was impressive about the kits repeating after him.
"One, two, three, four, Thunderclan Marine Corps!" Ermey wanted the kits to chant after him. The kits soon gave their all.
"One, two, three, four, Thunderclan Marine Corps!" The kits chanted as they continued jogging.
"My Corps!" Ermey shouted as they kept jogging.
"My Corps!" The kits chanted. Ermey soon spat out more words to repeat.
"Your Corps!" Ermey expected the kits to respond and they responded almost immediately.
"Your Corps!" The kits chanted. Ermey nodded.
"Our Corps!" Ermey chanted along with them.
"Our Corps!" The kits chanted. Ermey soon got them ready to finish the phrase off.
"Marine Corps!" Ermey chanted. Soon the kits shouted as they wanted to finish.
"Marine corps!" The kits shouted. Ermey nodded as he continued to jog alongside them as he took a moment for them to chant
"I don't know what I've been told." Ermey started the next chant as he wanted everyone to follow suit with him.
"I don't know what I've been told." The kits responded as they continued running along.
"Eskimo pussy is mighty cold." Ermey shouted as he wanted the kits to chant after him. The kits soon came in loud.
"Eskimo pussy is mighty cold!" They chanted in cadence.
"Mmm, good!" Ermey began the quick command.
"Mmm, good!" The kits repeated after him.
"Feels good!" Ermey gave their second order.
"Feels good!" The kits repeated after him again.
"Is good!" Ermey chanted again.
"Is good!" The kits repeated after him.
"Real good!" Ermey gave them the next line to repeat.
"Real good!" The kits chanted back.
"Tastes good!" Ermey chanted for them.
"Tastes good!" The kits chanted to him.
"Mighty good!" Ermey continued to chant. The kits soon responded back to him.
"Mighty good!" The kits chanted as Ermey nodded.
"Good for you!" Ermey chanted for the kits. The kits turned to respond.
"Good for you!" The kits responded back as they were coming to the end of the chant.
"Good for me!" Ermey gave them the last chant.
"Good for me!" The kits chanted as they continued to double time it into the sunset. Things were going to get better.
[A/N]: Another chapter another day and hello February. Will not update tomorrow with the Super bowl that day but giving you another chapter to read in the meantime so enjoy this chapter.
Also Squirrelkit becoming the new squad leader? Approve or disapprove and why. If disapprove, who should the new squad leader be and why? Now going to enjoy tomorrow and wait for the views.