are crazy; Colonels, pissy;*
so Sergeants eat shit!
- (Fill in the appropriate descriptive for each descending rank through both Private and most importantly Recruit, and you have a lot of proven ‘Givens.’ But for this exercise three are enough. No doubt the Sergeant will find someone to share – all! – his meal, but be assured should something go amiss, neither the private or recruit nor the General will find succor in the Sergeant’s glare because he (now: or she!) knows the flowing downhill model works only to Echo-Five and all else below doesn’t even ken the possibility of a shitless existence.)