Funny Looking Drill Sergeant  I'm working at a table. There is a superior to me eating dinner nearby. It may be my brother Wally. I sneak away and go up some stairs where a lot of guys are working sending coolers down a chute. I join in, after "Little Man", who is a fellow chicken catcher. I am supposed to slide my cooler or move the conveyer belt faster so there isn't much room between his cooler and mine. The coolers are short, fat jugs with small caps, filled with liquid, maybe frozen.  I am in an army-like situation. My friends Nate Nelling and Tony Kramer are there too. We have an okay group leader; he is not too tough. We are all sitting at a long table and a drill sergeant and his sidekick come in. The sidekick is short and scrawny. The sidekick barks orders at me. I have to hold my hand and arm straight up. He pushes me and I tip, but my body and arm stay rigid. I flip over and over as he pushes me over tables and benches. I tough it out. I think Nate and Tony probably feel bad for me. On the last flip I end up standing upright on the desk next to our telephone. The sidekick sergeant is on the floor in front of a china cupboard. I decide not to conform to all the army stuff. I jump down and land a blow on him. I beat the shit out of him. The real drill sergeant, a biff-like crew but stocky fellow, comes over. He's wearing gray, and has a few missing teeth. I can't hurt him. I punch him, but he is like a rock. He can do some serious damage to me.