R.H.I.P.*

My car was looking a bit more squalid than ususal when I parked it in front of the Security Forces building. It had received a precision bombing run from a pack of winged vermin earlier in the day. I was on post to attend a squadron meeting and for some reason the four towering cadets in front of me were not being screamed at by NCOs or bashing the square.

It wouldn't be the first time I caught a few youngfellas arsing a crafty fag.

One of them looked like he swallowed the smoke whole when I rolled up.

Trying to break the ice another one flapped his arm at my car.

"Looks like you'll need a car wash Ma'am."

The words were barely out of his mouth before the other three began the inaudible moan that would turn to "Stoopid muthafuckah" as soon as I was out of earshot.

"Splendid idea Cadet! The four of you should have it done in no time. Carry on."

They did a good job too.

* Rank Has It's Privileges