Tests are there to show how smart (or dumb) people really are...
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(This is Private Chris)
Private Chris: (On the target range) Click... click... uh sarge? How do you turn off the safety on this thing?
(This is Private Stevenston)
Private Stevenston: Steady... steady... Fire!!! What the $**@/&*... I missed!?!
(Very trigger-happy in case you haven't noticed)
(This is Sergeant Thomas)
Private Stevenston: (Evil laugh) Ha ha... I can't miss now!!!
Sergeant Thomas: Wait a sec... where are you going with that rocket laun... oh never mind...
Private Chris: Sarge?? Where's the safety again??
Sergeant Thomas: (facepalm)
(A little while later)
Sergeant Thomas: OK, your test for the day is to destroy a tank.
Private Stevenston: What tank?
Private Chris: What's a tank?
Sergeant Thomas: (facepalm)
Sergeant Thomas: That one...
Private Chris: Oh! ITS SOOO CUTE!!
Private Stevenston: ITS A TANK FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!! TANKS are NOT CUTE!!!
Sergeant Thomas: (facepalm) (Muttering to himself... "What have I got myself into?")
Sergeant Thomas: All right... you first Stevenston.
(Rocket goes whoosh)
Private Chris: How come I only get a battle rifle and not a cool rocket launcher?
Sergeant Thomas: I told you earlier to bring a heavy weapon, but YOU said you'd be fine with just the "Old fashioned bullet." On top of that, Command, not to mention me, don't trust YOU with one considering you couldn't even SHOOT much less aim a PISTOL! I'm surprised you even got a rifle.
Private Chris: So why won't you give me one again?
Sergeant Thomas: I'm not even going to answer that. (Thinking to self... "Did he even hear a word I was saying?")
(Tank goes BOOM)
Sergeant Thomas: (Checking his list) OK you pass... (Thinking to self... "Maybe they aren't as bad as I thought.") You're next Chris. Get out there.
(New tank magically appears)
Private Chris: (Gulp) Uh... Hi?
Sergeant Thomas: Use your grenades! What do they teach you in basic training?!!
(Tank lowers its gun)
(Chris loses his nerve and runs)
Private Chris: Ahhh!!!! Somebody... help me!!!!!
(Rocket goes whoosh)
(Tank goes BOOM!)
Sergeant Thomas: (Marking on sheet) OK... Private Chris fails (Thinking to self... "Obviously, well so much for that.")
Private Chris: (knocked unconscious) groans