But Sarge’, I make good money off the Porno’s………. An essay by William Marshall
I got the call shortly after midnight, Soldier in jail, in Raleigh. As of midnight, I was the new platoon Sergeant. The old Platoon Sergeant hadn’t left, he had just asked not to be the Platoon Sergeant anymore. He was the Commo SGT, he could do that. I was the new guy, I had been pulled from another platoon to be a brand new platoon sergeant. First day on the job, two hours after I took over, New Years Morning, I get the call. I have a Soldier in jail.
I load up the old PSG and we head to Raleigh. We pick him up from the station, no big deal, he had a folder from the judge, a notice to appear, and a black eye.
We didn’t say much on the way back, he was very much hung over.
When we brought him back to his room in his barracks, we escorted him to his room. When we got his room, he was reluctant to open his door. When he finally did, it was like a scene I had never envisioned. He had a late 90’s three camera Porn shoot setup with lights. He was proud of it. He pointed out all the vhs tapes of his work.
When I informed him that I was sure this equipment was not on his high dollar item sheet and must be removed from the room immediately he pleaded, but Sarge, I make good money off the Porno’s…….
But Sarge’, I make good money off the Porno’s………. An essay by William Marshall
