Panda was like most newbies. He thought he was God's gift to the Army. As if his endangered species status made him special or something.
Sergeant Jude had seen it all before. Endangered or not, Panda had to be brought into line.
This required yelling. Lots of yelling. Or as Jude's commanding officer (that pesky Mom-person) called it: definitely an outside voice.
Panda begged for mercy, paws stretched up prayerfully. Sergeant Jude couldn't resist. He, too,was like most Drill Sergeants. Crusty on the outside, soft as puddin' on the inside.