This is what the ROTC junior class did last weekend, written Army style in an Operations Order:

This is strictly tenative, but it gives some order.


Situation:
Friendlies-by the end of the night everyone should be fucking friendly. If
you're not, you haven't drank enough and you're more wrong than two boys
fucking.

Enemies-To coincide with the last statement, THERE SHOULD BE NO ENEMIES, but
possible things include the fuzz (cops), and horrible god damn drivers
ruining my fun fuckin time.

Mission:
To attend the Ice-hockey game and hopefully heckle everyone there to include
players, and fans alike; NLT 1800 on 15NOV02 at grid coordinates (Elzie's
fucking house, I'm not a mapologist I don't know the fucking grid you
asshole).

Execution:
Task Organization:
Nagel-call the civic center and see if you can reserve a block of tickets
for 35-40 (make sure that you don't committ to buying them, just reserve
them and tell who we are)

Elzie-Make sure your house doesn't move, and I fuckin mean it. (and ensure
that everyone know's how to get there)

Under Agers-stay sober enough to drive to the game and home. You will
intoxicate yourself in the post game ceremonies.

21 and older-Bring booze to Elzie's house, enough for pre/post game events.

ALL MSIII's-Be at Elzie's no later than 1800 on friday night, with obnoxious
outfits on!!

Order of Movement: Everyone load your asses into as many vehicles as have
designated drivers and prepare to roll.


Service & Support:
Who gives a shit, there's enough info already dissiminated to have an idea
of what's going on.

Command & Signal:
Upon the evenings events we need to determine a new MSIII motto, so someone
better do some dumb shit!!!

Challenge and Password: Beardown followed by MOTHER FUCKER
Number combination: 24 (I know its supposed to be an odd number but there
are 24 cans in a case, 24 hours in a day, and last year I was 24 years old)
Running password: Grandilequent

Call signs:
Boenitz-Whiskey Tango (or Maverick)
Ellsworth -cockblock
Thomas- Turd burgler
Caffarel -cupcake
McMillian-princess

If you have any questions feel free to call me at 1-800-EAT-SHIT, no really
you can call me at 9-1-1.

--MFIC (mother fucker in charge)