Let's start with a true story from one of our close friends in the military:

A new cadet was sitting in class, trying to focus on the drill instructor’s lesson, but something else was brewing. After holding it in as long as possible, the inevitable happened — the cadet let out a thunderous fart that echoed through the room like a grenade going off in a library. 😳

The class went dead silent, and the cadet’s face turned red as a ripe tomato. For a moment, even the drill instructor (DI) almost lost his military bearing, stifling a laugh before returning to the lesson.

At the end of class, the DI dismissed the room, but just as everyone started to get up, he bellowed, “GAS, GAS, GAS!”

Cadets scrambled out of the classroom in record time, all yelling “GAS GAS GAS” to warn the rest of the people in the building they were in. With a smirk, the DI pointed to the red-faced cadet and ordered, “You, report the gas drill to the front desk. Let 'em know this one’s serious.”

Nervously, the cadet ran to the front desk, still mortified by the earlier fart. With the straightest face possible, he reported, “We’re conducting a gas drill… because I farted loudly during class.”

Right then, the DI walked up seriously, asking, “Why are we having a gas drill?”

The cadet, still shaking, stammered, “Sir, we’re having a gas drill because I farted during class, sir!”

Just as the words left his mouth, the rest of the drill instructors showed up. The cadet doesn't remember much of what happened next… but rumor has it the gas drill warning was the least of his problems after that! 😅