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Oh man! Pfc. Gomer Pyle, Pvt/Pfc Leonard 'Private Pyle' Lawrence (of FMJ fame), Pvt. Sad Sack, and Sgt. Bill Dautrive (of King of the Hill fame) can step aside as the undisputed clueless men in green, for I have replaced them all, with flying colors. Posting this will do me no justice, likely make me loathed, and have more flak shot at me than a B-17 over Berlin. While doing my drill training, I've seemed to do nothing but f*ck up. That's right, I've even messed up marching. The only thing I was good at, was knowing the rank structure and using a fire extinguisher. I messed up At-Ease, Stand Easy, Attention, Turning About left AND right, Marching, and halts. I mean I messed up Marching....in other words I couldn't even walk properly. Furthermore, I'd forget to call out the count of the drill action constantly. But the strange thing is, while not under the extremely watchful, and rightfully critical eye of the Drill Sergeant, I can do these things fairly properly (or at least I think so). I constantly practice these manoevres on my own time, yet I'm still performing terribly. I was actually so concerned that I was gonna screw up that I was jittering while standing easy. It's not that the Drill Sergeant is breaking my spirits, or intimidating me....if anything he's making me want to get into the regiment and get commission even more. It's just that, I keep messing up on the most basic of the basic stuff, and it's wasting the Sergeant's time. To me, wasting someone's time is one of the biggest injustices and slights to that person. To paraphrase the Sergeant: 'How can you lead a platoon if you can't even do drill properly?'. I desperately want to prove myself, yet every time I reach for that brass ring, I fall flat on my a*s. Every time I mess up I swear I can hear Patton calling me 'Yellow' and Eisenhower branding me as a Communist (I know, I've made enough American military references, I'll stop now). Anybody have any constructive criticism?