27. A Glimpse into Military Family Life
Staying at a friend’s house when I was about 9. He had a younger sister and younger brother. And Colecovision, but that’s an aside despite how cool it was at the time. Everything seemed normal until morning.
“Get up,” Eric said. “Reveille.” (Despite it being called reveille, there was no actual horn playing or anything. )
“What?”
“Get UP!” he whispered urgently. “That means inspection!”
So, groggily, I helped him make his bed, which he did with a panicked urgency. I was sleeping in a trundle unit, which he also made, and did some weird “pinched seaming” to make the flat sheet creaseless. Then he said we had to stand in front of his bedroom door, hands behind our back, standing upright and straight ahead. His brother and sister were doing the same, all of us in our pajamas.
His dad came up the stairs, dressed in a plain white shirt, slacks, and a tie like he was going to work. He went into the younger brother’s room, and the little kid followed him in. I heard the father say stuff like, “Does that belong there? Why is your comforter backwards? I told you to fix that poster!” Then he comes back out and does the same thing to the sister. “I did not buy you that doll so it could sit slouched on a shelf! Those books need to be straightened! You didn’t put away your socks neatly!”
Every time I turned my head to look down the hall at the spectacle, Eric hissed (almost desperately) “Stare straight ahead! Don’t look!”
Then it was our turn. The father nodded at me, said my last name as in a greeting, and then went in. The father inspected whatever he inspected; by now I was too scared to look at him so I am not sure what he was looking at or for. Eric did better than his siblings, all he got told was that his scout uniform needed to be washed and his windows were dirty.
Then the father went into the hallway and shouted, “TEN HUT!” He quickly inspected fingernails, hair, and teeth. He commented mine were dirty and that I should not bite my nails.
Now, he didn’t seem to mean per se, just really strict and firm. And the rest of the day went normally. And yes, when I asked, his dad was a former drill sergeant.