-Name: SSG Erickson
-Attended BCT: January 2000
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-AIT Location: Ft Sam Houston, TX
-Deployments: Camp Bondsteel, Kosovo - 2005
-Current Duty: Drill Sergeant
-Current Location: Washington State
-Support Locations: Fort Knox
Fort Jackson
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If Starch Were Like Steak
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I was told to wear a pressed and starched uniform today. Fortunately, I had one in my closet.
I'll let you in on a little secret. I don't like to Starch my Uniforms. Mostly because the Starch irritates the heck out of my skin, but if the Sergeant says 'wear a pressed uniform', I say 'medium or well done?'
Regardless, they have a press shop here on post, where you drop off your uniform and pick it up 24 hours later.
I could have sworn I had asked for a medium rare starch.
When I cracked that thing open this morning, it turned out to be Extra Crispy. No wait, that's chicken. Anyway, I found myself with a wedgy and it was difficult to move. And my joints were starting to feel a chaffing. I didn't wear a jacket this morning because the cold couldn't break the material. The Colonel asked me wear it was when I walked in.
Maybe I should ask for a light starch next time. That might get me a well done starch.
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