I yawn the forget out of my body, taking my hat off my face that I used to snooze of. I get out of my bed, squint my eyes, walk groggily to the mess tent to get two muffins and a hot towel, and shuffle sleepily to the [insert team b tank here] that I load and gun gun shoot shoot in. I walk by a private who looked tired as forget and tossed the hot towel at him, telling him to get the forget up. He walked away after mumbling "thanks I guess."
"What a loving hypocrite, Sergeant," says the Commanding Officer of this whole shinaz' 'n all.
I honestly hate the forgeter. I hold my coffee cup and two muffins in one hand/arm-against-side-to-save-delicious muffins and salute with the other. "Good mornin', Sir!" I say. "Just hopin' to get some people to wake up 'n all, being selfless, that's it Sir!"
"Yeah, alright. Get in your bloody tank." He does a lazy salute and heads towards the command tent. I walk, a little more awake from the coffee, to my crews' tank.