Description The sergeant practically shouted, 'Corporal Jasmine Louise Robbins!'
'Sir, yes, sir!'
'I understand you are going to re-up for five more years. Is that correct?'
'Sir, no, sir!'
'What?' screamed the Gunnery Sergeant, 'I thought you loved The Core?'
Jasmine looked sheepish. She asked, 'Permission to speak freely, Gunny?'
'Please do.'
'Well, don't get me wrong, Gunny: I enjoy mine disposal. I understand the value in eliminating land mines here in Afghanistan. Nobody wants to see kids get hurt, Gunny, but, but '
'Spit it out soldier!'
'Well, Gunny, I joined The Marines to blow stuff up!'
'I know you did, Robbins,' said the Gunnery Sergeant, 'but I gotta tell you, they frown on that sort of thing in the civilian world.' The Gunny spat out the word 'civilian,' like it was a piece of rotten fish. Jasmine was unmoved, so Gunny said, 'Okay, okay, Robbins. I can tell you drive a hard bargain. I'll see what I can do about finding you some bridges to blow-up. Maybe there are some buildings we need leveled up in Badakhshan. How well do you speak Persian?'
'About as well as I speak Pashto, Gunny.'
'That bad, huh? Well, never mind. Just sign here, and we can go get some grub.'
'No thank you, Gunnery Sergeant, sir.'
'Don't call me sir! Now quit fooling around and sign these papers!' When Jasmine didn't move, the Gunny softened, and he tried one final attack. 'Okay, marine, when you get back to The World, where do you think you are going to work?'
Jasmine brightened, 'Well, I thought I might work at FedEx.'
'Why?'
'I like their motto: When it absolutely, positively has to be destroyed over night!'
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