Anybody that's ever gone through enlisted military training knows all too well what happens the first week in Basic Training, a.k.a. "Boot Camp." Everybody catching and spreading the Crud and getting spread, poked, stuck, and examined from heat to toe. And it didn't matter whether it was getting the first hair cut, being issued your first set of uniforms and BoonDockers, or seeing one of them military Doctors or Dentist, it felt like what piece of livestock must feel at auction. Anyway, my day came and the Dentist announced during the exam, "Yep, we can cut those out!" All I can say is; it's a damn good thing they're called "wisdom teeth."
