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Mr. Coffee

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Arkie John

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Once upon a time, I was a young Specialist E-5 who went to work, full time, for the Arkansas Army National Guard, fresh out of the US Navy. I was a supply sergeant to an aviation company at Camp Robinson, here in central Arkansas. Now the main man in charge was an old crusty crotchety sergeant-major Regular Army Adviser by the name of Henry Potts. This man was a friend of Daddy's somehow and was the reason I got in the Guard in the first place. He was as hard-boiled and starchy as they came. He put the fear of GOD in all of us and the worst that could happen was to incur his wrath.

The Sergeant-Major got to the office, every morning rain or shine, at 0500 hours. (That
 
That I encountered when I served in the Marines. While taking a short cut and walking on the grass by the Battalion quonset hut one evening, I heard someone yell for me to get off the frigging grass. I looked around and did not see anyone, so I yelled "pizz off, I will walk where I want to walk." Unfortunately, it was the 1st Sgt. and he was yelling out the window of the quonset hut. Because of my mouth, I paid dearly.

I enjoyed your story and appreciate you posting it...it did bring back some memories. Please have a great day! Kelley (Texas) :)
 
Just brewing one now and then going out to the porch to relax while all is quiet.

Good story Arkie. Thank you

Calm seas

Mikie
 
was a grumpy old fart anyway, can't imagine what it was like being under his command! Guess it made you a better person, huh? Or at least a good coffee maker! :rofl: Great story Johnboy! :biggrin:
 
S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E !!:rofl::rofl: Probably not so funny at the time though. I hear Sunny's like that without her morning java too. She's not alone.:lol:
 
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had the power in any outfit!!
 
kinda reminds me of a morning not too far past. There's a group that meet for coffee a 06:00 Monday's at the Church. Seems the pastor had been given a gift of 5 pounds of hazelnut coffee and since he brought the coffee, that's what he used. Well, I'm not one to complain, but I really don't like flavored coffee, so I asked if I provided some regular stuff could we maybe have some plain coffee. Sure he says, so I bring some in. The next monday rolls around and he announces to me that we are having "un"flavored coffee today. I said that's great and proceded to pour myself a cup of HOT WATER! Guess you could say that it was sure unflavored!:rofl: Really enjoyed your story John!

Dave
 
They'll begin to think we're strange or sompin'just for associating with 'em.

YOU are the one that has been up there twice. Seems to me that you could have taught them better by now. :lol:

Johnboy
 
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