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.
Ok, I’ll concede that point. But then we still need to worry about 2G’s taking jobs as staff in the retirement home, which is another area they like to infest.
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.
Fido, were you in ‘Nam?
God is able to judge, and the descriptions of His wrath are beyond what any man can do. This is how Stephen could say this as he was being murdered:
“And as they were stoning Stephen, he called out, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” And falling to his knees he cried out with a loud voice, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” And when he had said this, he fell asleep.”
Acts 7:59-60
I never pretend to be able to understand what combat vets have gone through, but I do appreciate learning from them when they will allow it.
I was. MOS 0341. Mortars. 81 mike mike in fact.
I was an ICU nurse for 32 years. I saw much worse things as a nurse than I ever saw in the Marines.
I am usually pretty toasted when I am on this site. I don’t sleep well. The bourbon helps with the pain and the dreams.
Fortunately I have a spell check thingie on my puter so at least I seem coherent.
@SemperFido
11B here. my secondary MOS was 11C- mortars..
never served as one but qualified expert and was ‘outstanding student’ of my class. that said, i loved watching an HE round impact and feel thump a few 1000′ away. it gave my rifle company an extra punch having a guy who could do that accurately if the situation arose..
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.
Had a dolphin (what we called ‘em) on our ship. Those guys flew in very impressive storms in the middle of nowhere near the edge of the earth. (BTW funny how those storms are just normal and no one knows…)
Take off and land on it in huge seas smooth as butter. Thought they were crazy, but they thought we were crazy “staying down in that ocean like that.” LOL
Remember the Perfect Storm scene where the rescue swimmer (or ASM whatever) jumps in and swims up to the person in that suboptimal situation, says “hi I’m Bob, and I’ll be your rescue swimmer today” like Bob’s a restaurant waiter? Well, that’s for realsies.
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.
this should brighten your spirits. these Woodstock Boomers are the same tards who failed the covid IQ test.. and it explains why they are now going batshit crazy too. remember all the zombie flicks? (((they))) must be laughing their asses off at the stoopit goyim- i know i am
Thanks for the info, Teef. We both know a (((Free Press))) is equally free to print the truth or ignore it. Here in Kootenai County, ID the Woodstock Boomer who runs The Daily Fish Wrap would no more print this story than skydive without a parachute. Until the clueless sheeple start dropping dead on the streets of Little Portland (Coeur d’Alene) no one will notice. The LA-LA Land mentality is very strong here.
i remember Coeur d’Alene when it was a very small town(like blink your eyes and you past it) back in ’91. used to travel through on the way to shopping in Spokane. I had supper there back in’16 at a waterfront place on the main hwy as you enter CDA coming from MT. what’s that place called?
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
On our little kaserne, Robert E. Lee Barracks, the brigade was packed in tight. The chicks were all secretaries, clerks, and nurses at brigade level. We had two Infantry battalions and 1 or 2 tank battalions (I forget how many tankers). Everyone knew when new girls showed up and would go check them out. They’d come in from Basic/AIT all slim and tight-bodied and within 6 months, their ass would balloon out 3 sizes. We called it, “secretary spread”. And, if they weren’t whoring themselves out, the other females would bully them until they either suicided, went AWOL or gave in to it.
But, there was this one hottie female 1st LT who, if the stars line up just right and a fellow was on motor pool guard, and she was the brigade OOD, he would find out she had a thing for grunts – and would conduct an “up close and personal” inspection in the 0-dark thirty hours inside the motor pool.
I glanced at it briefly the first look and figured M1 Garand, but it has a box magazine and a bolt … on the left side. Bac of the receiver looks M1 ish
New method of finding AI images – ask it to draw a rifle and evaluate the results
All my former service friends thought these were great
Navy rating make sense to me, don’t understand most numbers but what do I know. Iron workers at work asked me to tone down my profanity laced speech, learned on 7 years submarine service. Not only was I a bubble head, I was a push button nuke sparky.
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.
Ok, I’ll concede that point. But then we still need to worry about 2G’s taking jobs as staff in the retirement home, which is another area they like to infest.
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?
Ease off the whiskey Fido
I drink. Therefore I am.
Drunk, that is.
Fido, were you in ‘Nam?
God is able to judge, and the descriptions of His wrath are beyond what any man can do. This is how Stephen could say this as he was being murdered:
“And as they were stoning Stephen, he called out, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” And falling to his knees he cried out with a loud voice, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” And when he had said this, he fell asleep.”
Acts 7:59-60
I never pretend to be able to understand what combat vets have gone through, but I do appreciate learning from them when they will allow it.
You can type without a single error while drunck? Wow, Fido, them’s nerves of steeale!!
Funckional.
I was. MOS 0341. Mortars. 81 mike mike in fact.
I was an ICU nurse for 32 years. I saw much worse things as a nurse than I ever saw in the Marines.
I am usually pretty toasted when I am on this site. I don’t sleep well. The bourbon helps with the pain and the dreams.
Fortunately I have a spell check thingie on my puter so at least I seem coherent.
@SemperFido
11B here. my secondary MOS was 11C- mortars..
never served as one but qualified expert and was ‘outstanding student’ of my class. that said, i loved watching an HE round impact and feel thump a few 1000′ away. it gave my rifle company an extra punch having a guy who could do that accurately if the situation arose..
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.
Had a dolphin (what we called ‘em) on our ship. Those guys flew in very impressive storms in the middle of nowhere near the edge of the earth. (BTW funny how those storms are just normal and no one knows…)
Take off and land on it in huge seas smooth as butter. Thought they were crazy, but they thought we were crazy “staying down in that ocean like that.” LOL
Remember the Perfect Storm scene where the rescue swimmer (or ASM whatever) jumps in and swims up to the person in that suboptimal situation, says “hi I’m Bob, and I’ll be your rescue swimmer today” like Bob’s a restaurant waiter? Well, that’s for realsies.
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.
Yeah, I can’t even imagine.
Brother
hey DTW
this should brighten your spirits. these Woodstock Boomers are the same tards who failed the covid IQ test.. and it explains why they are now going batshit crazy too. remember all the zombie flicks? (((they))) must be laughing their asses off at the stoopit goyim- i know i am
https://slaynews.com/news/insurance-industry-data-exposes-5000-vaccine-linked-deaths-week/
https://slaynews.com/news/top-epidemiologist-sounds-alarm-mrna-vaccination-chemical-lobotomy/
Thanks for the info, Teef. We both know a (((Free Press))) is equally free to print the truth or ignore it. Here in Kootenai County, ID the Woodstock Boomer who runs The Daily Fish Wrap would no more print this story than skydive without a parachute. Until the clueless sheeple start dropping dead on the streets of Little Portland (Coeur d’Alene) no one will notice. The LA-LA Land mentality is very strong here.
i remember Coeur d’Alene when it was a very small town(like blink your eyes and you past it) back in ’91. used to travel through on the way to shopping in Spokane. I had supper there back in’16 at a waterfront place on the main hwy as you enter CDA coming from MT. what’s that place called?
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
On our little kaserne, Robert E. Lee Barracks, the brigade was packed in tight. The chicks were all secretaries, clerks, and nurses at brigade level. We had two Infantry battalions and 1 or 2 tank battalions (I forget how many tankers). Everyone knew when new girls showed up and would go check them out. They’d come in from Basic/AIT all slim and tight-bodied and within 6 months, their ass would balloon out 3 sizes. We called it, “secretary spread”. And, if they weren’t whoring themselves out, the other females would bully them until they either suicided, went AWOL or gave in to it.
But, there was this one hottie female 1st LT who, if the stars line up just right and a fellow was on motor pool guard, and she was the brigade OOD, he would find out she had a thing for grunts – and would conduct an “up close and personal” inspection in the 0-dark thirty hours inside the motor pool.
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.,
Heh. You’re right.
I glanced at it briefly the first look and figured M1 Garand, but it has a box magazine and a bolt … on the left side. Bac of the receiver looks M1 ish
New method of finding AI images – ask it to draw a rifle and evaluate the results
All my former service friends thought these were great
Not even that close… to my knowledge they never made a LH 1903.
Navy rating make sense to me, don’t understand most numbers but what do I know. Iron workers at work asked me to tone down my profanity laced speech, learned on 7 years submarine service. Not only was I a bubble head, I was a push button nuke sparky.
Please do one on the Space Force, the folks with the star trek Emblem and the Battle Star Galactica uniforms