When Duty Calls INT2024

Mike squinted at his watch. He was a muscular man, almost as wide as he was tall. On his head, his close cropped hair was exactly so, almost as if it were standing in formation. Down the sleeve of his blouse, numerous hash marks gave evidence of long service to causes greater than himself.

His hawk-like stare next scanned the machines. Everything within them was interwoven; it was the nature of the machines.

Some fifty men stood motionless and silent. They barely breathed, awaiting Mike's command.

Precisely at thirteen hundred hours, the machines' keening whines dropped off, and slowly stopped. The synchronization of their operation had matched that of Mussolini making the Italian trains run on time!

Master Sergeant Michael Russell, United States Army, pivoted precisely on the heel of one foot and the ball of the other in a facing movement. For a moment, he regarded the assembled men, and then, bellowed:

QUARTERMASTER PLATOON NUMBER FIFTY-FOUR TWENTY-SIX: WHEN I SAY 'MOVE', BREAK RANKS AND MAN YOUR MACHINES ... MOVE!

With that single command, the mass of men "broke ranks" and bolted to the washing machines.

The 19th Regiment's laundry was ready for drying.

-The End-

Cheers

a reply to: F2d5thCavv2

Ha, i enjoyed that, F2d5thCavv2. Nicely hidden twist, a "drum roll" to the punchline.

a reply to: F2d5thCavv2

The twist was worth the war glorification.

Thanks for the good laugh

a reply to: F2d5thCavv2

His hawk-like stare next scanned the machines. Everything within them was interwoven; it was the nature of the machines.

I like that. Very nicely done.

a reply to: F2d5thCavv2

Carried off with style and humour.

a reply to: F2d5thCavv2

Very very nice and hidden x love this!!!

a reply to: F2d5thCavv2

Wonderful. I could practically hear the cadence of the dryers tumbling. ka-thump. kathumpetydumpety dump. ka-thump.