you hit the head with your razor and feel around your face and run the razor over every spot where even the littlest bit of stubble is , and then you go back up the ladders dropping your white hat on the 01 level and getting a little dirt on it , and then through the flight deck shelters and up the catwalk , and back to your spot in the ranks and the first lieutenant comes back down to check on you and he pulls out his fucking id card and it scrapes on your skin while you stand there wanting to bust his fucking bad-breath face and he says i thought i sent you down to shave and you say yessir i did and he says it doesnt sound like it and you say i did shave sir and he says go down and really shave bm3 and hurry the hell up and you are turned out again .