Hollywood went on to be pretty epic in a hundred ways (and also ridiculous in an least a handful). I mentioned I was fairly quiet, I didn't cause any issues, I was one of the few soldiers who didn't have to, "drop and give twenty" repeatedly. (Bless their hearts) I was disciplined because I was a military kid so this wasn't new for me. In fact, I thought the Army was fun like an exciting adventure course. When they were yelling and spitting in my face, I was pretty okay with it. I was tough mentally and my weekly assessments mentioned this as my greatest achievement each time. My weakest skill would be blanking whenever I saw insignia coming towards me on the grounds and suddenly forgetting if I should salute or say, "Sir / Sgt." or do the hokey-pokey. Darn my panic.
Anyway, I have some hilarious Army stories but one of my top faves was at the gun range. First, I metaphorically blew my Sgt away with my skills on my first attempts with the M16. Afterwards, all our battalion is lined up, sweaty, hot, dusty. This area where we stood at attention was void of vegetation, just this reddish type ground. Probably a combination of constant soldier trampling, big wheeled armored vehicles and safety.
The big guy Sgt who deemed me, "Hollywood" was settling up and getting things ready for us to march back to barracks. And our little female Sergeant is stomping up along the formation, pausing at each soldier and interrogating them for weapons and ammo. To be honest, she's scarier than anyone we'd met on the entire base. She had shown us zero personality, no humor. Just terror in a small 4' 11" package.