What'd I tell ya? Whore-y cripple...
Hyperborean Wanderer
And by the way, Grey, I have your hoary cripple right *here* That's what I hear about you. Estrogen Lass must've married you for your... charm? Nah...
My first thought was, he lied in every word It's actually the first stanza of Browning's Childe Roland, but when I read it, I knew he spoke of Greywar. That hoary c
When The Hyperborean Wanderer first encountered Greywar on the Hard Road... My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to afford Suppression of the glee that pursed and scored Its edge, at one more victim gained thereby...
I would totally wear that to church, and bask in the glow of the indignant stares from all the churchy people. That's even better than the 'Jesus is my homeboy' t-shirts
quote]Not likely in any case since i was in fact flagged at the time. Granted I could have argued the case had I wanted to promoted based ont he grounds that they didn't even come close to meeting requirements for flagging me under weight control.... if your paperwork outweighs their paperwork, you win...?[
Yeah, like being on the opposite team from him in ultimate frisbee AMEN!
I thought nothing could thwart your indomitable will to mow...
No one wants to comment on Greywar blowing goats?
I always thought that SGT Driscoll was a sharp dude. and it's true. With the right incentive, your soldiers will work like dogs for you, but with no incentive, or negative incentive, they will do the absolute bare minimum to finish a task, or at least to postpone or get out of a task. And surprisingly, Greywar didn't stay in the army long enough to make CSM. I know he always wanted to blow goats, but I guess he just didn't have the ri
You rock, Grey! That's priceless! Way to stick it to the arrogant brass!
Testify, sister!
Perhaps you don't know who Life-happens is. I won't go into long histories here, but she and I hardly live in what you can call an over-priveleged world. Our spartan lifestyle and everything we have we owe to our own hard work, and the fact that both of us have, on occasion, had our lives put at risk in the course of our military careers. Her outlook and opinion is tempered by a childhood full of abuse, stays in foster homes, assistance from the kindne
very zen, Tex. I like it.
hang in there pseudo. I'm sure you'll do fine
nice stripes
You have the wit of 10 Middletons which equals 5 wits, if I did my math right...
you were useful?
Great article, Tex. I grew up in a military family, we moved around a lot and I attened schools all over the world, with kids of all kinds of backgrounds. As a child, I watched my father work with men and women of all kinds of ethnic diversity, and they all treated each other with friendship and respect. It wasn't till I left home as a teen-ager that I realized that racism reall was still a big deal out there in America. You're right about the military
I have long maintained that the redneck gene is latent in every white male... the longer I live in Texas, the more redneck tendencies I display. I already have a big truck, now all I need is a big, big hat...
And when it comes to chosing between a civilian who has had a war thrust upon them and a soldier who has chosen to be involved I'd rather the soldier died because at least they knew what they were in for Thanks, pal. You're off the Christmas card list. One: War is thrust upon everybody, soldier
And I thank you for your service, HW. I really think you epitomize everything that's good about our military. stop, you're going to make me blush.
Don't sweat it, Tex. I've often thought that way myself; and I see no contradiction in thinking one way and acting another. Most of us soldiers would rather not have to worry about the safety of civilians, we've got enouigh on our plate worrying about our selves and our buddies. With few exceptions, though, we do it anyway; we do everything we can to keep civilians safe, sometimes putting ourselves in harm's way. Some guys get really angry about it, an
When I was a kid we had a cat walk up and adopt our family. She just showed up one day and decided to stick around. She was a totoise-shell that my folks named Zin, and she was friendly and fun, and liked to play and cuddle with us kids, but Zin was a stone killer. At least once a week mom would find the corpse of some animal on the back porch; it was Zin contributing to the family for room and board, I guess. Squirrels, birds, gophers, and once, a rab
Don't sweat it, NBS. I know what job you were doing, and anyone who has been in that unit knows the job you were doing. In some ways, you had it worse than being in Iraq; all the disadvantages of being deployed without any of the advantages of being in garrison. Be proud of your service, you've earned it.