The unit was drilling for a special televised parade. Every move had to be sharp, every detail perfect. The order came: “Eyes front!”
Dozens of soldiers snapped forward in flawless precision. Except one.
Chainsaw Chicken blinked, looked left, looked right, even glanced at the sky. “Front of what? The TV front? The parade front? Nobody tells me these things!”
The commander groaned, rubbing his temples. After three ruined rehearsals, the verdict was final.
“Chicken, you’re permanently reassigned to KP duty.”
Chainsaw just grinned. “Good. I’ll finally be in front… of the chow line.”