(Out of courtesy to those of youse who are currently investin’ large hunks of your or your kid’s time in college, I will refrain on commentin’ on which system I think is better for passin’ information, much less the actual life value of that information which is bein’ passed, and confine myself to the simple observation that instruction in the army is neither mindless nor lackin’ in value. What’s more, they pay you while you’re learnin’. Of course, things might be quite a bit different if corporations other than fast food franchisers took it upon themselves to take an active hand in the trainin’ of their employees … but that is a whole ‘nother subject and a definite digression from the subject at hand, which is army trainin’.)
For the most part, Nunzio and I had no complaints with the lessons, and even found them uniquely informational. As youse are probably aware, the Mob is big on individual tactics or free-for-all-type brawls such as is usually the case in ambushes, so learnin’ to fight from formations was a genuinely new experience for us. Of course, we had some difficulty acceptin’ that this would ever be of actual use to us.
Firstus, as I have just so previously mentioned, bodyguardin’ usually involves ambushes and what is known in sports as “scramble defense,” raisin’ serious doubts in our mind that formation fightin’ would be utilizable in our civilian life after the service, seein’ as how we would lack the warm-type bodies for such maneuvers, and it is doubtful those throwin’ the surprise party would give us sufficient time to gather the necessary quantities of warm bodies, as the entire purpose of their ambush is to catch us with our tactical pants around our ankles.