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When I was in the Navy bootcamp R.L Greene was my Company Commander, like the drill sergeant in the army or Marines. I recently looked for him online and found this picture. It obviously was taken after he left the Navy. He has now left the planet also.
The Navy bootcamp was moderately rough physically but extremely cynical which was scarier than any physical stuff. Greene was perfect for this because he was deeply sadistic. Some of the enlisted people were great, much better than the officers, but Greene was a maniac. As soon as I saw him I realized he was going to find me among the recruits and fuck with me. I had to get as close to him as I could. I knew I couldn’t hide from him. So I managed to become a recruit officer in the company and got through it. But over the course of the whole thing he punched me in the face, strangled me, etc. He had some sort of strangling fetish.
Sometimes I find myself wondering how Donald Trump would have done with Greene. I don’t think he would have done too well. He would have “grabbed for his crotch” as the saying went. Plus, there was a special day for a penis inspection to see if anyone was “whipping their mule.” No one actually whipped their mule and I’m sure Trump would not have whipped his mule either. But they would have accused him of it. He was just that kind of guy. Yet for some reason the punishment for whipping your mule was not as severe as you might expect.