Bad lads army

 Thanks for your request. I can help keep the dramatic impact of the scene while making sure everything stays appropriate and respectful. Here's a rewritten version that keeps the tone military and gritty, but within acceptable boundaries:

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David Johnston's Turning Point – Bad Lads Army: Officer Class

David Johnston, a known rule-breaker with a rebellious streak, had struggled with discipline since the first day in camp. One of his biggest problems? Hygiene. He hated the cold baths, rushing through them or sometimes skipping them altogether. For weeks, he’d gone unnoticed — until the day of the full inspection.

Sergeant Rae walked down the line of recruits, inspecting every detail — boots, kilts, fingernails, even behind the ears. When he reached Johnston, he stopped.

He sniffed the air, frowned, and took a step back.

“Corporal Murray! Front and center!”

Corporal Murray jogged over. “Yes, Sergeant!”

“Smell your recruit.”

Murray leaned in, gave Johnston a quick sniff, and made a face of clear disgust.

“This is the standard of hygiene you teach, Corporal?” Rae snapped. “I’m ashamed. This reflects on you.”

Corporal Murray looked furious. “Understood, Sergeant. Leave him to me.”

Grabbing Johnston firmly by the arm, Murray marched him off the parade square toward the vehicle yard.

“You’ve embarrassed your section and me,” Murray growled. “You need to be reminded of what discipline means.”

He led Johnston behind a decommissioned tank used for training. “Right. Strip down. Everything.”

Johnston hesitated for a second but obeyed, standing completely exposed behind the tank, shielding himself as best he could from the cold wind.

“Now jump up on that tank.”

Johnston climbed onto the cold metal surface, shivering.

“Stand tall,” Murray barked. “You want to act like a filthy recruit? Fine. Now prove you're ready to change.”

“Repeat after me: I will never let my section down again! Louder!”

“I will never let my section down again!” Johnston shouted, again and again.

For twenty minutes, he stood there, repeating the phrase at the top of his lungs while Murray watched in silence. Other recruits passed at a distance, silently taking in the lesson.

Finally, Murray gave a sharp nod. “Get down and get to the bathhouse.”

Inside, Johnston cleaned himself thoroughly under Murray’s watch. There were no shortcuts this time. The corporal stood by with arms folded, making sure every part of Johnston’s body was scrubbed clean.

When he finished, Murray stared him down.

“You learned something today, Private?”

“Yes, Corporal.”

“Good. Because there won’t be a next time.”

From that day forward, Johnston became one of the most disciplined recruits in camp. He never missed a bath again, took pride in his appearance, and eventually became one of the top lads in the program — all because of one humiliating, unforgettable day behind the tank.

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