tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864491926294301886.post3089667915231939552..comments2020-11-02T21:55:36.672-08:00Comments on Beaten, Seared, and Sauced: Face First, Straight into My Own Limitations--PT. 1Jonathan Dixonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15315595943225000243noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6864491926294301886.post-74325997271367173492011-07-08T20:12:39.204-07:002011-07-08T20:12:39.204-07:00Love, love, love the book. I finished it today and...Love, love, love the book. I finished it today and was telling my husband about it. It brought up a story that speaks to what you said about your hackles being raised by all the yelling.<br /><br />He went into the West German army for his 16 months of mandatory military service when he was 18-19. He said, "they screamed at us all the time, it was how they talked to us," and that the young soldiers didn't really even care. It was what it was. Then he had to do some Reserves training five years later, and that time, the screaming got on his nerves a lot. Even at age 24 he felt somehow demeaned by someone red-faced, spittle flying, screaming at him.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04266752105701798330noreply@blogger.com