Once had a PFC that “lost” his rifle during ITX at Bridgeport.
PFC Dipshit: ” Cpl, I can’t find my rifle, it was RIGHT HERE”. (In front of our Comm chief and Plt Sgt)
Comm Chief: ” Well PFC Dipshit, you probably better go find it”
PFC Dipshit runs off in search of his weapon.
30 minutes pass
PFC Dipshit: “CPL, I can’t find my rifle anywhere, looked all over” (he’s going pale at this point. Said rifle has a PEQ15 and RCO. The trifecta of serialized gear)
Plt Sgt: “PFC Dipshit, jump up and down”..
PFC Dipshit: (Confused, awkward hopping) OHHHH…..
Retard had his M4 slung on his back, and didn’t notice. By week 2 same idiot got evac’d for what was basically trenchfoot. Nasty fuck hadn’t changed his socks once, far as Doc could tell. Fuckin’ toes were turning black.
Thats still better entertainment than SP’ing for patrol, in theater, and over the sound of engines, hearing the tell-tale “pap-claggitty-clagitty-clap-clat-clat” of an aluminum recievered M4 Carbine doing summersaults on the road in the 130 degree arabian desert that somebody left on a fender or bumper… theres still always that terror milisecond but…”yep, still have mine”.
Being serious, an abandoned mall would be awesome to turn into a retirement home.
Hell, I wouldn’t mind living there and when I’m old I can take my scooter down to the Orange Julius and catch a movie in the AMC theatre.
Well if the mall was now a retirement home, you would have to check in at the front to get in and unless they were visiting grandma they wouldn’t be allowed in.
My Army hitch was in West Germany, ’74-’77. I recall the words of a grizzled German farmer, obviously a WWII vet, after observing us during REFORGER exercises: “How did ve lose ze war? Nicht verstahen”.
LOL, I would’ve loved to go to Cape Disappointment for that, since I’ve been a water baby since I wuz a toddler luvin the waves. I mean, rolling around in big waves-dreamy!
My ideal would’ve been an ASM (aviation survival man), but would’ve had to stay active for “life” and only wanted 4 years active TOTAL. See, in the CG u didn’t go direct to a school after boot camp, but go to your first billet. Then pick the rating u want and get put on a wait list. Buuuut you gotta make E3 first, which was totally self motivated (I wasn’t). They wanted people to self motivate. Anyways, if u wanted to be a cook, the wait was short, but anything Airedale related (especially ASM) the wait was forever. So, I spent my first 3 yrs on a ship usually in the Bering Sea. Not EZ. Stunk bad cheese, all us non rates (under E4) were scum, especially deckies (for some reason snipes seemed so normal). But no way could I handle being stuck in an engine room. I’d take being a scum bag in the cold weather over an engine room any day. Sewage backups in the non rates berthing area, and hazing sucked. Had dreams of being stuck on that ship for 20 years afterwards, blah, blah…. (Yeah Squids u can give me grief cuz Puddle Jumper tours were only 2-3 months long each, but claustrophobia, ugh, and lived on the ship, so being in port didn’t mean I got to leave the ship, and going to captains mast a few times made that worse, LOL). Then a required few years or so enlistment post school.
Anyways, a job for an 18yo of working out every day, punctuated by an occasion jump from aircraft into a storm to try to save somebodies seemed good.
Turned out a 4 year non rate scum instead.
Anyways, I got nuthin on you combat vets, and thanks for your stories.
I can’t imagine the squids of old.
Oh, the Air Force Officer Corps isn’t that plush. Why, I had to spend two weeks in Oahu to test some satellite support gear. And later to Johnson Space Flight Center to, among other things, get a ride in the Space Shuttle simulator used to train astronauts. And be assigned to such hardship spots as Biloxi, MS, El Segundo, CA and Sunnyvale, CA.
I wonder why my Army career older brother referred to the above as the Chair Force…
(With the deepest respect and appreciation to all you veterans out there!)
Biloxi, MS; Keesler AFB.
I spent a couple of weeks (a month?) there in the late 80s going through an S280 comm shelter training. (don’t remember the shelter exact name)
Had everything from DC to daylight, with a 5K amplifier and patch panels to boot.
It was early July (4th of July included), and the place was HOT and HUMID. It hurt to even breath. Altitude above water level was only about 5 feet, max. Piss ants all over, bites stung.
Tried to cool off by going swimming in the Gulf. I was used to either ocean salt water, or swimming pool/stream fresh water. Gulf water was…..brackish, to be generous. Neither salt nor fresh. Nasty.
So, yes, I have memories of Biloxi/Keesler. But they aren’t fond memories.
Along with some not-so-pleasant interactions with the locals.
I’ve got to work until I “face the wall” or end up digging “good coal…a foot thick” (reoccurring nightmare….I must have been sent to the mines in a previous life.) Our malls are either near dead with a few stroller pushing Muslims or full of cops collecting evidence from the last ‘wilding’ incident.
Pretty cool, dude. I would like to give cred to the Texas National Guard, and the Coast Guard, for the great job they did rescuing people in the Kerrville area during the recent floods, on short notice, and at night in a very dangerous environment. Hundreds more would have died without their efforts and sacrifice.
In your Army meme, you left out the part of being cursed, spit at, and called baby killer by Woodstock Boomers when you walked anywhere off base while in uniform. I have not and will not forget that. MOS 11B20.
Sounds like I should be thankful I never served in the “Powerpoint” Army. Things were already changing in ’88 when we were banned from singing dirty cadence and told not to even look at the female soldiers who were almost all whoring themselves out in the field. We still had Vietnam Veteran NCO’s in the ranks who were willing to teach us what Charlie taught them and many other things that were not in any FM.
i wouldn’t serve with slits. no fucking way i would risk it all with some cunt near or next to me.. they have always been as weak, useless, and treacherous as they are now, difference was they weren’t allowed in combat MOS’s when i was in. and profanity was expected 24/ 7/365 fucking days a year
OK I laughed.
That was the idea
Thanks … Been a day. Well, week. Needed this.
Those were great.
Once had a PFC that “lost” his rifle during ITX at Bridgeport.
PFC Dipshit: ” Cpl, I can’t find my rifle, it was RIGHT HERE”. (In front of our Comm chief and Plt Sgt)
Comm Chief: ” Well PFC Dipshit, you probably better go find it”
PFC Dipshit runs off in search of his weapon.
30 minutes pass
PFC Dipshit: “CPL, I can’t find my rifle anywhere, looked all over” (he’s going pale at this point. Said rifle has a PEQ15 and RCO. The trifecta of serialized gear)
Plt Sgt: “PFC Dipshit, jump up and down”..
PFC Dipshit: (Confused, awkward hopping) OHHHH…..
Retard had his M4 slung on his back, and didn’t notice. By week 2 same idiot got evac’d for what was basically trenchfoot. Nasty fuck hadn’t changed his socks once, far as Doc could tell. Fuckin’ toes were turning black.
Good times.
Gawd. Changing socks was almost a religious experience for us. Dry socks were like mana from heaven.
Thats still better entertainment than SP’ing for patrol, in theater, and over the sound of engines, hearing the tell-tale “pap-claggitty-clagitty-clap-clat-clat” of an aluminum recievered M4 Carbine doing summersaults on the road in the 130 degree arabian desert that somebody left on a fender or bumper… theres still always that terror milisecond but…”yep, still have mine”.
Being serious, an abandoned mall would be awesome to turn into a retirement home.
Hell, I wouldn’t mind living there and when I’m old I can take my scooter down to the Orange Julius and catch a movie in the AMC theatre.
Well, so long as you can find a way to exclude the 2G’s that are always the death of malls, once they begin congregating there.
Well if the mall was now a retirement home, you would have to check in at the front to get in and unless they were visiting grandma they wouldn’t be allowed in.
You said it pal.
it’s as if war with Russia isn’t enough.. now we’re up against the Chinese too
https://halturnerradioshow.com/index.php/news-selections/world-news/thailand-attacks-cambodia-border-dispute-goes-military
My Army hitch was in West Germany, ’74-’77. I recall the words of a grizzled German farmer, obviously a WWII vet, after observing us during REFORGER exercises: “How did ve lose ze war? Nicht verstahen”.
I know a couple of rescue swimmers, and have watched the Motor Life Boat School training, them fucker is crazy!
LOL, I would’ve loved to go to Cape Disappointment for that, since I’ve been a water baby since I wuz a toddler luvin the waves. I mean, rolling around in big waves-dreamy!
My ideal would’ve been an ASM (aviation survival man), but would’ve had to stay active for “life” and only wanted 4 years active TOTAL. See, in the CG u didn’t go direct to a school after boot camp, but go to your first billet. Then pick the rating u want and get put on a wait list. Buuuut you gotta make E3 first, which was totally self motivated (I wasn’t). They wanted people to self motivate. Anyways, if u wanted to be a cook, the wait was short, but anything Airedale related (especially ASM) the wait was forever. So, I spent my first 3 yrs on a ship usually in the Bering Sea. Not EZ. Stunk bad cheese, all us non rates (under E4) were scum, especially deckies (for some reason snipes seemed so normal). But no way could I handle being stuck in an engine room. I’d take being a scum bag in the cold weather over an engine room any day. Sewage backups in the non rates berthing area, and hazing sucked. Had dreams of being stuck on that ship for 20 years afterwards, blah, blah…. (Yeah Squids u can give me grief cuz Puddle Jumper tours were only 2-3 months long each, but claustrophobia, ugh, and lived on the ship, so being in port didn’t mean I got to leave the ship, and going to captains mast a few times made that worse, LOL). Then a required few years or so enlistment post school.
Anyways, a job for an 18yo of working out every day, punctuated by an occasion jump from aircraft into a storm to try to save somebodies seemed good.
Turned out a 4 year non rate scum instead.
Anyways, I got nuthin on you combat vets, and thanks for your stories.
I can’t imagine the squids of old.
Ok. Do Space Force…
Please
That was Rick Morranis (sp?) as Dark Helmet…no wait, that was Space Balls.
Oh, the Air Force Officer Corps isn’t that plush. Why, I had to spend two weeks in Oahu to test some satellite support gear. And later to Johnson Space Flight Center to, among other things, get a ride in the Space Shuttle simulator used to train astronauts. And be assigned to such hardship spots as Biloxi, MS, El Segundo, CA and Sunnyvale, CA.
I wonder why my Army career older brother referred to the above as the Chair Force…
(With the deepest respect and appreciation to all you veterans out there!)
That space shuttle simulator-Do the O seals fail ending in a spectacular explosion?
Biloxi, MS; Keesler AFB.
I spent a couple of weeks (a month?) there in the late 80s going through an S280 comm shelter training. (don’t remember the shelter exact name)
Had everything from DC to daylight, with a 5K amplifier and patch panels to boot.
It was early July (4th of July included), and the place was HOT and HUMID. It hurt to even breath. Altitude above water level was only about 5 feet, max. Piss ants all over, bites stung.
Tried to cool off by going swimming in the Gulf. I was used to either ocean salt water, or swimming pool/stream fresh water. Gulf water was…..brackish, to be generous. Neither salt nor fresh. Nasty.
So, yes, I have memories of Biloxi/Keesler. But they aren’t fond memories.
Along with some not-so-pleasant interactions with the locals.
Sorry BCE, the abandoned malls will be knocked down and turned into either ‘zon warehouses or homes for the illegals.
“Living the dream” = “Please help me”,….So spot on
Love it!!…
WTF!?! The first thing Ozzie does after he dies is kills Hulk Hogan?
I’ve got to work until I “face the wall” or end up digging “good coal…a foot thick” (reoccurring nightmare….I must have been sent to the mines in a previous life.) Our malls are either near dead with a few stroller pushing Muslims or full of cops collecting evidence from the last ‘wilding’ incident.
Pretty cool, dude. I would like to give cred to the Texas National Guard, and the Coast Guard, for the great job they did rescuing people in the Kerrville area during the recent floods, on short notice, and at night in a very dangerous environment. Hundreds more would have died without their efforts and sacrifice.
In your Army meme, you left out the part of being cursed, spit at, and called baby killer by Woodstock Boomers when you walked anywhere off base while in uniform. I have not and will not forget that. MOS 11B20.
I was USN, and I know what “AX” means. It mainly means “This rating doesn’t exist anymore–that’s how useless we thought y’all were”.
Sounds like I should be thankful I never served in the “Powerpoint” Army. Things were already changing in ’88 when we were banned from singing dirty cadence and told not to even look at the female soldiers who were almost all whoring themselves out in the field. We still had Vietnam Veteran NCO’s in the ranks who were willing to teach us what Charlie taught them and many other things that were not in any FM.
i wouldn’t serve with slits. no fucking way i would risk it all with some cunt near or next to me.. they have always been as weak, useless, and treacherous as they are now, difference was they weren’t allowed in combat MOS’s when i was in. and profanity was expected 24/ 7/365 fucking days a year
What kind of rifle does that Marine have? I suspect AI.
Artist rendering of a 1903 Springfield seeing as this is supposedly pre WW1 image.,