What people call you outside of the internet: Wes, Wesley
Age: 28
Top 5 bands: Iron Maiden, Manowar, Helloween, Gamma Ray, Blind Guardian
Top 5 games: Tetris Attack (and all variants), Team Fortress 2, Seiken Densetsu 3, Chrono Trigger, Warcraft 3
Top 5 movies: Shawnshenk Redemption (not much of a movie person)
Watch T.V.? Yes (in miniscule amounts)
If the answer to the above question is yes, what?: Sports (not as much as I used to), Doctor Who
How did you become a Bossie?: After finding out this is where DoD participants hang out.
Play any instruments?: Nope (used to play the violin & sing)
In a band? (include webpage if available): Nope
Job: Currently looking for work
School: B.S. Mathematics & Physics @ SUNY Binghamton, M.S. Mathematics @ Illinois
Life Goals: Professional success, get married, have kids, live a good life & help enrich others' lives
Random facts and stories you can think of involving you: While in boot camp, my platoon was getting messed up for not being good enough at drill, and I sucked at drill, so my heavy hat decided as motivation to have me and this big black guy Griggs switch blouses. Our blouses were drenched in sweat, and Griggs' blouse smelled pretty terrible. He also had us switch names - if he called "Cho!", Griggs had to respond "Aye, sir!" and if asked "Cho, where are you from?", Griggs would have to reply "Sir, this recruit is from Korea!" (you have to sound off almost every time when a drill instructor is talking to you) If he called "Griggs!", I would have to sound off "Aye, sir!", and if I was asked "Griggs, where are you from?", I'd have to reply "this recruit is from Alabama, sir!" If I was asked "Griggs, what is your favorite food?", I had to reply with "Sir, this recruit's favorite food is fried chicken, sir!"
We got messed with some more, and then we started marching outside to practice rifle manual. The heavy hat marched us, while the kill hat was running around the platoon as normal correcting us. The kill hat then shouts "GRIGGS!" while we were stationary because he kept fucking up something, and then I shout "Aye, sir!". The kill hat responds, "Shut up, you're not Griggs". Then the heavy hat whispered what happened and the kill hat nods his head in amazement and then said "Very well". Then the heavy asked, "Griggs, what is your favorite food?" and I shouted "This recruit's favorite food is fried chicken, sir!" The platoon done lost its bearing & you could hear lots of snickers, and it was one of several times the drill instructors let it go.
Later that day I got the senior drill instructor to reverse it, and I was so glad to get the stench from that blouse off - that smell seeped into my shirt with the sweat
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