Well, okay, hot shot. We’re gonna see what kind of soldier you are. Reveille is O five hundred. We’re going to fall out with locker boxes and we’re going to have a locker box inspection. And then we’re going to do ten miles. Rain or shine! So, you better hit them bunks my little babies. Or, Sgt Hulka with the big toe is going to see how far he can stick it up your ass!
Men, welcome to the United States Army. I’m Sergeant Hulka. I’m your drill sergeant. Before we proceed any further, we gotta get something straight. Your mamas are not here to take care of you now. It’s just you, me, and Uncle Sam. And before I leave you, you’re gonna find out that me and Uncle Sam are one in the same.
I’m talking about something important, like discipline and duty and honor and courage. And you ain’t got none of it!
I’ll take my hat off. There we are, Winger. Ain’t no more drill sergeant. It’s just you and me, kid, man to man. So go ahead, give it your best shot. Swing at me. Gutless. Punk!
I’m willing to forget this little incident. And I want you to think real hard about it. And maybe someday you’ll understand what the hell I’m talking about.
You better hit those bunks my little babies, or Sergeant Hulka with the “big toe” is gonna see how far he can stick it up your ass.
We got a full day ahead of us. We’re gonna start out with a five-mile run.
When I tell you move, you’ll move fast. When I tell you to jump, you’re gonna say, “How high?” And make no mistake. I don’t care where you come from, I don’t care what color you are, I don’t care how smart you are, I don’t care how dumb you are, ’cause I’m gonna teach every last one of you how to eat, sleep, walk, talk, shoot, shit like a United States soldier. Understand?
Sir, if you’ll take my advice, there’s a crack squad in the 42nd. It can link up with the air recon. We’d have that EM-50 back here in this side of 24 hours.
