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You recall correctly.

The year before women were admitted to Colorado Springs, many of the 'officers and gentlemen' had inscribed on their class rings "The last class with balls".

This retired woman senior noncom sincerely hopes a few of those dick wavers wound up subordinates to those women.

Speaking of balls: The answer I gave to a punk who told me he wasn't gonna work for a goddam broad. "You're right. You'll work for a goddamn sergeant. Say or act upon that again Airman and I'll have your balls for earrings."

I have no doubt they'll all do fine. No one spends four years in the academy Waring Blender, survives and thrives, then comes out a plush toy.

Poor widdle snowflakes

They couldn't survive a day of the prep course, let alone 4 years.

From an ole sarge, well done ma'ams.

Thank you, Mr Foulds

"As long as we remember them ..."

Well done, thou good and faithful servant

Why service personnel are walking dart boards for the medics.

From The Oxford Companion to American Military History

Until well into the 20th century, disease, rather than the effects of enemy weapons, was the the single most important producer of casualties.

Percentage of disease casualties to overall:

Revolutionary War: 90%
Civil War: 71%
Spanish America War: 30%
WWI: 16.5%
WWII: .6%

Note the significant drop between 1865 and 1917. The vaccine for typhoid, also called the soldier's disease, was developed in 1898. In 1911 the entire US military had been vaccinated for it.

Can this "she cancelled the SOTU" stop before it firms up as a Fox and right wing talking point?

She did not; she can not. All she did was tell Moron: Not in my House until the federal gov't gets back to work.

The Constitution requires the president to inform "from time to time" congress about the state of the union and make any recommendation he believes necessary. There isn't a mumbling word in the owners manual how he does it or what day he does it or where he does it. All the theater is just tradition.

He can give a SOTU from the Oval Office tomorrow night or dispatch a carrier pigeon with note on its leg over to the Capital or use any form of communication he chooses. He does not have to run his mouth and lie like rug to a captive audience next Tuesday.

Oooops. n/t

"I wanted to punch someone ..."

Two retired Zoomers here. Hubby wanted to prep a couple of Mk82s and I wanted to cut an order sending Cadet Bonespurs to the latrine detachment in hell.

Happy Birthday, Devil Dogs. Always faithful.

Just for the record: 116,708 Americans died doing their duty in that horror.

From your monitor, Grammy ...

It's just been reported Moron won't be going to the US military cemetery, Belleau Wood, because ... wait for it ... it'll be raining.

Watch the video

She was pointing to the Coldstream Guards; no doubt explaining they're oldest continuing regiment in the army. As Clinton, Merkel and May have found out, Moron is a boar. He can not stand any woman knowing more than he does (a lot)), trying to tell him anything or just on her worst days flat being a better human being than he could ever be.

In that septic tank that subs for his brain, women are good for only one thing and old women, nothing. Moron had to insult her. He couldn't physically or verbally do so, so he acted like she wasn't there - turned his back, walked in front of her.

Her Maj, being a lady and a tough old broad, thought, "Fine. I tried." She silently finished the reviewing of the troops and gritted her way through the tea. She may have said one, maybe two, words to Moron and directed the conversation toward FLOTUS. Before the tea even began to cool, she moved her ever present purse from one arm to the other. That is her signal to the staff of "Get this creep outta here before I do a violence." A staffer quickly announced the photographer was ready, quick and dirty shoot and the welcome mat flicked away while HM thought, "There better be one humongous gin and tonic on that tea table or somebody is going to be a guest of honor at The Tower."

Oh yes, my apologies to boars.
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