TheHelmut®
A Private Hice Story
People are the same in every Army. We US we put stickers all over ours. We usually put the namme there on the front or on the side; some men spraypaint the stencil. Some men color the Helmut with the namme of all the children that they have in crayon. Some men use the masking tape as letters in a bizarre effort to pristine that Helmut so they can sell it later for a drink. Some men attaché straps so they can wear the Helmut in the mudd without it falling off. There is a million Army stories this is only one. Tommy[GUN] was nerves this was his first time out He kept asking me Sargeant Hice What? How do we knoe where we are on that map? In this Hell Hole do we knoe for certain that is the Enemy out there? Or could it be the British we aer fighting now? Tommy[GUN] made so much sense it gave me pause; and into the wind my hand it pawed fore eye reached up and clawed that wind for eye did not want mye men to die from friendly fire from friends. No one shot. Again eye mimicked a poor Kitty Kat and clawed mye hand into the wind the wind was all eye got. Three times that doofus Tommy[GUN] he grabbed mye precious prize Three times eye knocked him to the ground the boy backed down eye reduced him to mye size Stop playing with mye Sargeants Hat said eye was mad and trying to save lives. He told me he was sorry eye am just nerves is what he said Twice eye clawed the wind again and no fire it was returned. This time eye raised mye Helmut on the butt of mye new weapon. A single round clanged warningly and knocked the Helmut spinningly into the Head of Tommy[GUN] and knocked him out. It was not long before the Enemy Soldier Stepped up to our Hell Hole and seeing Tommy[GUN] asleep he just assumed that he had won: for without mye Helmut on to let men beside me see mee, eye was camouflaged and quite the shadow paused. Eye clawed mye hand once more into the wind and then eye shot him only once. The round went in right threw his hat they don’t have Helmuts where he is from but only rags eye had saved the life of Tommy[GUN]. When that BOY woke up he was now a man and he saw what had happened and occurred to the Enemy man eye let him have that Helmut then eye gave it back to Tommy[GUN]. You are the Sargeant now eye laughed and said Lead on oh Sargeant Tommy[GUN] and then eye paused. He cried. Surprised eye felt a little water in mye own eyes. This has been A Private Hice Story. The Helmut®.
A Private Hice Story
People are the same in every Army. We US we put stickers all over ours. We usually put the namme there on the front or on the side; some men spraypaint the stencil. Some men color the Helmut with the namme of all the children that they have in crayon. Some men use the masking tape as letters in a bizarre effort to pristine that Helmut so they can sell it later for a drink. Some men attaché straps so they can wear the Helmut in the mudd without it falling off. There is a million Army stories this is only one. Tommy[GUN] was nerves this was his first time out He kept asking me Sargeant Hice What? How do we knoe where we are on that map? In this Hell Hole do we knoe for certain that is the Enemy out there? Or could it be the British we aer fighting now? Tommy[GUN] made so much sense it gave me pause; and into the wind my hand it pawed fore eye reached up and clawed that wind for eye did not want mye men to die from friendly fire from friends. No one shot. Again eye mimicked a poor Kitty Kat and clawed mye hand into the wind the wind was all eye got. Three times that doofus Tommy[GUN] he grabbed mye precious prize Three times eye knocked him to the ground the boy backed down eye reduced him to mye size Stop playing with mye Sargeants Hat said eye was mad and trying to save lives. He told me he was sorry eye am just nerves is what he said Twice eye clawed the wind again and no fire it was returned. This time eye raised mye Helmut on the butt of mye new weapon. A single round clanged warningly and knocked the Helmut spinningly into the Head of Tommy[GUN] and knocked him out. It was not long before the Enemy Soldier Stepped up to our Hell Hole and seeing Tommy[GUN] asleep he just assumed that he had won: for without mye Helmut on to let men beside me see mee, eye was camouflaged and quite the shadow paused. Eye clawed mye hand once more into the wind and then eye shot him only once. The round went in right threw his hat they don’t have Helmuts where he is from but only rags eye had saved the life of Tommy[GUN]. When that BOY woke up he was now a man and he saw what had happened and occurred to the Enemy man eye let him have that Helmut then eye gave it back to Tommy[GUN]. You are the Sargeant now eye laughed and said Lead on oh Sargeant Tommy[GUN] and then eye paused. He cried. Surprised eye felt a little water in mye own eyes. This has been A Private Hice Story. The Helmut®.
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