"LET GO OF YOUR COCKS AND GRAB YOUR SOCKS," the drill sergeant screamed at 5am in the morning. Without hesitation I did both, as did a hundred other guys who shared my boot-camp barracks with me.
A few weeks later it was reveille at 7am. A few years later it was a Westclock wind-up alarm clock and finally, a clock radio. All of these things served as wake-up calls to get us up and going in the morning. Well, now there's a kinder and gentler way to raise your sleepy head. (Of course, it comes along now when I awake at 5am anyway, with or without an alarm clock.)
Ahhhhhh. Now doesn't that just make you want to get out of bed with a smile on your face and love in your heart?
No need to thank me, Mr. Charleston is always happy to help where he can.