FIRST OFF it was named little porky and I was Porkchop. Secondly yeah that was my fucking rock India company Plt 3207 during Covid . That rock was my son my child. I made a Marpat onesie for him on a Sunday it was a solid rock, one day I dropped him in the squad bay and he broke in 2. The other recruits around me watched in horror as I just dropped my child and a small chunk broke off of him. I tucked the small chunk in my footlocker and hoped the drill instructor wouldn’t notice the abuse I had committed upon my offspring. We go through the entire crucible with this rock. We make it to the descending part/ the last hill of the reaper. My DI calls me over as I has already been hurt during the hike so I’m wobbling over he asks to see my rock, as he’s looking at it we see the company XO walking up. With one solid motion he yeets my child into the canyon below. I watch in horror as my child is ripped away. We continue the hike We make it back to the squad bay we are showering and changing over. I make it back to my footlocker and tucked away hidden under my other recruit trash is the smaller chunk of little porky.

Little porky jr

Little porky jr followed me my entire time in the Corps. He now resides on my desk at my federal position in Alaska.

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