People Share Their Most Dynamic Stories Of Revenge

I was a Private in the military when I was 18, serving as an engineer in charge of infrastructure maintenance, including roads and vehicles. This suited me well since your boy is scrawny as heck and couldn’t really hike a combat load too far.

From time to time, I was rostered to perform admin duties, which meant I had ample time to read up on military protocols, which would be important later on.

Being great with tech stuff, I helped out the other Non-Commissioned Officers (NCOs) a lot and reaped a lot of good karma.

There was this particular trainee officer, whom we shall also call Jack. Jack was in his late 20s, fresh out of officer school as a regular. Over here, rank matters a crap-ton. Even the senior warrant officers in their 50s would bend the knee for a fresh baby-faced officer, especially a regular.

Now, Jack was seriously buff and had all sorts of expensive gear like Oakleys, and activity trackers (which were darn expensive back in the day). And he loved to show all this off, coming in to work in non-regulation marathon shirts, gym shorts, and the like, while also wearing those darn mirrored Oakleys indoors.

A typical jock, if you will.

So there I was one morning, taking attendance during my admin duties. I had to personally call anyone who wasn’t on-base during roll-call to confirm their status for the day. There was a new addition to the list, an Officer-Trainee Jack who was still not on base.

The conversation went as such:

Me: “Good Morning Jack, this is Private OP calling from so-and-so. Please let me know if you would be on-base today.”