Only a Jarhead would send me this. Take some potassium, Sister; the mental effort expended surely depleted your electrolytes -- which is the perfect time really for me to deal you a decisive blow with my pugil stick! My training at last pays off!

UPDATE:
Pretty much on-the-money oaths of enlistments.
(Via 91B30 amid funny comments here.)
The only thing he's missing is a jar o' Miracle Whip.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at November 16, 2006 04:48 PMDamn - can I link you twice in one day or should I wait til tomorrow - cause I know some folks that REALLY need to see this!!
ROTFLMAO......
Naturally as the superior branch we're provided with delicious condiments. We have more important things to do with our time than forage for salad dressing.
Tammi- will you be rewarding her bad behavior with a link? I'd advise caution. A marine could follow the link back to your blog and fart on your head. It's a specialty of theirs.
Posted by: Donnah at November 16, 2006 05:20 PMI don't know if you guys have seen the fake interview commercial with the caveman.
"Yeah, thanks for the time, please, let me speak, yeah, the whole taming fire, and invention of the wheel, I'm sorry we didn't bring you up to date, and I'm glad you've finaly caught up."
Or something like that.
FLOGGING HILARIOUS.
Everyone in uniform? Know a LOT more than anyone in a collegiate dorm. There are then gradations, but those gradations belong only to us who have worn a uniform, or are close to those who wore a uniform, not to the 3rd parties, who think, they understand, when in fact they understand exactly the same thing that a handbag puppy owner understand about canine training.
Posted by: Wickedpinto at November 16, 2006 07:15 PMActually Donnah? We aren't even a branch. We are an ARM of a branch, and we are SO SUCCESSFUL and dominant as an arm of a branch, that we are raised equal, and right now superior, to our parent branch.
The Marines aren't about status, we are about competence. And we wrote the book on service since 1944. In fact, the 1941 invasion of "wake" pissed off every Marine so much, that every knew recruit understood the story. As far as we knew, Wake, was the first "to the person" slaughter of american forces, and it was the Marines who did not surrender.
Posted by: Wickedpinto at November 16, 2006 07:18 PMDonnah, I trust you were or know Marines, since you say "us" In fact?
The most silent service, in social interaction is the Marines. They are workers, doing a job, a hard job, however the SECOND! there is a challenge offered to the Marines? The bruce banners of off-duty Marines turn into hulks who will throw everyone who offends them into the nearest wall.
We don't demand acknowledgement, but we will not tolerate derision. Kinda funny that we belong to the Navy, who are exactly the opposite.
Posted by: Wickedpinto at November 16, 2006 07:22 PMI spent a year and something in joint-service schools. There were some Marines that could read -- they got to go my schools too. Thus I know all there is to know about the other branches. Plus I'm the daughter of a career sailor. Plus I went away to war with the Air Force. We considered becoming their camp followers: would have been a step up for us.
When you think about it, I'm pretty much an expert on the other services, and my views need to be in a master SOP somewhere.
Posted by: Donnah at November 16, 2006 07:38 PMWent to war with the Air Force? Aside from the PJs and forward controllers when have they ever gone to "war" especially now? 30K feet with no threat is not war. You guys do excel at changing your motto not to mention copying uniforms (digital) and have to love the touchy feely Bootcamp. Breakout the pugil sticks :)
Posted by: major dad at November 16, 2006 07:59 PMMajor Dad?
Those Marines, even myself as a REMF, know that PJ's are FLOGGING NINJA's, worthy of the same respect we offer our FO's and our Recon's, and our SEALS (yes, there are Marines, who are SEALS (very very very few)) and our Scout Snipers, and such.
My brother had a PJ roommate when he was in the AF.
Service is Service, but while all service is greater than being a bitchy civy whiner, there are gradations of service.
I was Marine, but I'm not 1/2 of a PJ, I'm not 1/3 of the combat controllers (thats a BALLSY job in the AF, CRIMINY how many schools must they clear?)
I was friends with army rangers (ehhh, they are better, but only cuz of training, no offense rangers, there are too many of you with the tabs)and with other servicemembers. (I spent 2 years at CSSG-1, so everyone I dealt with was opperating in CAX, MOST were elite, or foreign)
And I must say this. In person? I'm a VERY nice guy, in person? I'm a rotten prick compared to the rangers (real rangers) snipers, recon, seals and SOCommanders I've dealt with.
It's amazing, that the people you think would be the biggest dicks? are actually the most kind humans.
Posted by: Wickedpinto at November 16, 2006 08:13 PMMD: I assume you're aware of the cadence this post's title comes from. The Army is aware of your problems and you have our full sympathy. There are crack scientists working on a smart pill, and they'll be sending them Federal Express to the recruits at Parris Island to have with their morning java any day now. No wait, if they did that, afterwards they'd also have to give the recruits bus tickets over to Fort Jackson.
We had an Air Force section at my job. When we went to the Gulf, they naturally toddled along with us. They had a tent with a platform floor, a cookstove, and of course a maid to put the mints on their pillow as is per contract.
Posted by: Donnah at November 16, 2006 08:18 PMI think that was my point, PJs are studs. Know more than one Marine who got out to join them. Marines as Seals? Don't think so, we aren't allowed to wear cool sunglasses like them. Might go to some of the same schools but thats it. Different mission. Glad to meet you W/pinto, I'm a thirty year Marine, retiring in a few months.
Posted by: major dad at November 16, 2006 08:26 PMIs this the part where y'all butt chests? Feel each other's high and tight? What's the correct ritual?
Posted by: Donnah at November 16, 2006 08:29 PMCadence? Army knows how to march? I took the smart pill that's why I went to San Diego for Bootcamp. I don't think they would send us to Ft Jackson, the pregnancy rate would go up with the female Army. You forgot to mention the airconditioning the A/F had in their tents in Gulf War 1. The only airflow we had was from the farts...
Posted by: major dad at November 16, 2006 08:39 PMThat would be farting.
Posted by: major dad at November 16, 2006 08:41 PMSee what I mean about Marines and farts, Tammi? They have an AIT (a school) for that.
Posted by: Donnah at November 16, 2006 08:44 PMSilent but deadly doesn't always mean a knife...
Posted by: major dad at November 16, 2006 08:47 PMLOL Donnah, I just read MD's comment and could hardly wait to drop a line.....and I saw yours. Ya beat me to it!
Luckily I have an advantage. I'm taller than most of the Marines I know - they can fart, but they'll never reach my head. ;-)
Oh and that school? Yeah, heard somethin' about that once.Oh wait, that was the Air Force. My bad....
Posted by: Tammi at November 16, 2006 10:43 PMThe AF farts..it's that really loud boom you hear occasionaly overhead...the same boom when the TI said "Hit the deck!", so in fact WE (by proxy) assisted in ALL military training.
I did spend the morning with a bona fide lifer Mo-reen yesterday. He had a 'brother' come over and make sure he was ok while I was there.
I noticed a small patch of hair in the wrinkle on the back of his head (obviously missed during the shaving ritual) which was very unbecoming. I started to mention it..but the little patch had so much to say about him, I just let it go.
I did say 'Aim High' before I left.
He sent his spouse down to the gate in a camo golf cart to show us the way in...
Posted by: csason at November 17, 2006 06:09 AM.. bhwhahhahahaahahh.... that is perfect!....
Posted by: Eric at November 17, 2006 09:38 AMLMAO@the Marine's half-shaved head.
Posted by: Donnah at November 17, 2006 12:10 PM