That's how I got out of the army.
I pretended to ride a motorcycle everywhere I went.
One day the First Sargent called me in and said we are going to let you go home.
I said thanks and started walking out the door.
The Sarg asked, are you not going to take your motorcycle?
I said nope, I'll leave it for the next crazy soldier.
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