I get the humor, really, I do. Especially the imaginative swearing ribbon, great idea! But... to riff off Colonel Matthew Markinson, men such as General Mattis allow us to sleep safely in our beds at night, no matter how clichéd, naïve, or bumptious that may sound, it is true. The General seems as if he was a Marines Marine. Non-fraternization is a part of that, all we Marines understand that, and respect it as a necessary compliment to our duties. Wish I could have served under him, then again I served under Lewis M. Walt, similar characteristics.
Not sure what I'm saying, guess I just don't get the seeming animus.
Sixty, mildly surprised you're familiar with "gig line". Cool.
There is much that I know, much that I have done, that will never show up in Levitytown.
My sister recently posted a picture of her fruit salad as she nears retirement from active duty. She served at least two tours of popular hot spots during her nearly 20 years in, and is looking forward to some peace and quiet in the Rockies. High up in the Rockies, at an elevation of over 6,000 feet. Last time I was in the town she lives in I got winded just walking up a flight of stairs. I am more of a sea level kind of guy.
x-ray, no animus. In his own bedroom, a private moment, he had his top dresser drawer opened. I asked my dad what his service ribbons mean. He told me, each one. They amounted to his curricula vitae, his biography right there on his chest. This whole time I did not know that. I told my dad I thought they meant, "good haircut, clean ears, shined shoes, creased pants..." He laughed his ass off at how perfectly idiotic that is, how perfectly idiotic any generic civilian's awareness is, how perfectly idiotic an officers son is to not know what they mean. All that together strikes officers as hilarious. A grown ass man asking a child question. Seeing what a great joke this was with my dad I used it on other officers with the same reaction. The higher the officer the funnier this joke. They're big boys. The joke is on me, not on them. It's about how stupid I am and how that represents nearly all carefree la la la la civilians. It's just so f'n stupid.
Hey, Chip, thanks for the response and sorry to put you on the spot. I guess the juxtaposition of fraternization gave it the tinge of animus that I mistakenly picked up on. Though I'm glad I spoke as your expanded version of events is quite funny... a good moment with your old man.
Sixty, sorry, I mean SIXTY, SIR! Yep, all here I think have stories a plenty. By the way Platoon 217 here, yours?
The first time I went to the Rockies I was a pack a day smoker. I was in Denver on biz and while a bit winded, thought I was just fine. I was an idiot and went to Mt Evans[14k elevation]. I could hardly fucking walk. There's a decent flick called Continental Divide. John Belushi plays a Chicago reporter who goes to the Rockies to do a piece on a woman bald eagle expert. There's a funny scene of him banging a Marlboro and falling over.
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LOL! I have all of those attributes, too, just no ribbons to prove it.
Check my gig line - I dare you - check that sucker! Straight, I'm tellin' ya!
Mattis has sense enough not to get involved with this nonsense.
All of those medals are awards for having endured an eternity of boredom.
Hey, I was in for six months and I thought it would never end.
I get the humor, really, I do. Especially the imaginative swearing ribbon, great idea! But... to riff off Colonel Matthew Markinson, men such as General Mattis allow us to sleep safely in our beds at night, no matter how clichéd, naïve, or bumptious that may sound, it is true. The General seems as if he was a Marines Marine. Non-fraternization is a part of that, all we Marines understand that, and respect it as a necessary compliment to our duties. Wish I could have served under him, then again I served under Lewis M. Walt, similar characteristics.
Not sure what I'm saying, guess I just don't get the seeming animus.
Sixty, mildly surprised you're familiar with "gig line". Cool.
Desperation on both sides:
"RIM," for sure, not "ring." But, also, not "hoop," either.
Rim, damn it:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Cdc13CU9Fc
SIR, YES SIR! I AM FAMILIAR WITH THAT TERM, SIR!
There is much that I know, much that I have done, that will never show up in Levitytown.
My sister recently posted a picture of her fruit salad as she nears retirement from active duty. She served at least two tours of popular hot spots during her nearly 20 years in, and is looking forward to some peace and quiet in the Rockies. High up in the Rockies, at an elevation of over 6,000 feet. Last time I was in the town she lives in I got winded just walking up a flight of stairs. I am more of a sea level kind of guy.
x-ray, no animus. In his own bedroom, a private moment, he had his top dresser drawer opened. I asked my dad what his service ribbons mean. He told me, each one. They amounted to his curricula vitae, his biography right there on his chest. This whole time I did not know that. I told my dad I thought they meant, "good haircut, clean ears, shined shoes, creased pants..." He laughed his ass off at how perfectly idiotic that is, how perfectly idiotic any generic civilian's awareness is, how perfectly idiotic an officers son is to not know what they mean. All that together strikes officers as hilarious. A grown ass man asking a child question. Seeing what a great joke this was with my dad I used it on other officers with the same reaction. The higher the officer the funnier this joke. They're big boys. The joke is on me, not on them. It's about how stupid I am and how that represents nearly all carefree la la la la civilians. It's just so f'n stupid.
Hey, Chip, thanks for the response and sorry to put you on the spot. I guess the juxtaposition of fraternization gave it the tinge of animus that I mistakenly picked up on. Though I'm glad I spoke as your expanded version of events is quite funny... a good moment with your old man.
Sixty, sorry, I mean SIXTY, SIR! Yep, all here I think have stories a plenty. By the way Platoon 217 here, yours?
The first time I went to the Rockies I was a pack a day smoker. I was in Denver on biz and while a bit winded, thought I was just fine. I was an idiot and went to Mt Evans[14k elevation]. I could hardly fucking walk. There's a decent flick called Continental Divide. John Belushi plays a Chicago reporter who goes to the Rockies to do a piece on a woman bald eagle expert. There's a funny scene of him banging a Marlboro and falling over.
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