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Fatbody in boot camp who was too scared to ask permission to use the head. One day after we had 'crunched the house' for indoor drill, he sneaks off while the Senior is talking. One of my buddies goes back to his rack to get a drink of water, and notices said fatbody pissing in his own canteens. He still wasn't kicked out. He even passed boot camp doing only 2 pullups.
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USMC503 posted:dumbass staff sergeant Christ, that reminds me. I was provisional security(pogues that go outside the wire!), and we used to have this staff sergeant with us before he got moved to regular Motor T prior to the deployment. He seemed pretty straight, everyone liked him and got along with him. However, a couple months before we were going home, he misplaces his M9, which leads to Leatherneck getting locked down for a while, iirc. Nothing happens to him, and I don't think it was ever found. Turns out the story was he fell asleep in his office, woke up, and it was gone. Who the hell knows what the truth is. However... not long after that, he got busted huffing canned air. All that happens is he gets busted back to sergeant and he gets an early ride home.
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StabbyRipStabStab posted:Considering that you have to get busted by a general court martial convening authority as a SNCO, I'm betting more than that happened when he got home. Probably. He was from a different reserve station than me, so I never heard anything else.
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this thread is full of impossibly gay acronyms
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TheUnhorse posted:gently caress officers and any other goober that wears a shoulder holster rig. What about the ultra-tactical detachable chest-mounted holster rig?
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I wear my polypro top on cold days and use my day pack because bookbags are expensive =(
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Veins McGee posted:I was just trying to mask my excitement for stories from ROTC. I had a buddy of mine get hospitalized on Bastion with a concussion after an IED strike. While he was laid up in bed, still concussed, our platoon sergeant(who never went on convoys with us, for the record. Not once.) went to see him so he could NJP him for losing his NVGs during said IED strike. Lost a stripe for it. But he got a PH!
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Veins McGee posted:Platoon Sergeants can't NJP anyone so I assume you meant charge. Pretty obvious thing to request mast about, though. At some point, some officer is going to say to himself "Man, I really don't want my boss to see this poo poo." Yeah you're probably right. I can never remember the particulars of that sort of thing. Platoon sergeant was an E6, if that makes a difference. Regardless, really stupid. I honestly kind of doubt a request mast would have gone anywhere as the entire security platoon was made up of reservists from different units, so once we all left nobody would be accountable for poo poo. That's just me guessing, though. e: he definitely got busted down, though, I remember that quite clearly. Admiral Bosch fucked around with this message at 21:07 on Feb 7, 2013 |
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grumplestiltzkin posted:...I swear to god, this angers me more than anything military related ever has. The dude got blown up and he got loving njp'd for it?! I wish I was. Like Veins is saying, it probably wasn't an NJP(at least not right off the bat) but he definitely got burned for it.
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Wasabi the J posted:I don't understand the actual intricacies of the "Ninja Punch", but in the Army that poo poo has to slide across someone's desk before you lose a stripe over it. Does your leadership suck so bad that someone at the 1SG/CO level said "Yup, I agree to this"? Well, I'm not going to name names, but the the CO of Shmecond Shmaintenance Shmatallion was a real rear end in a top hat. e: I'm gonna message a friend of mine and see if he remembers the particulars of the incident. Admiral Bosch fucked around with this message at 05:42 on Feb 8, 2013 |
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PLANES CURE TOWERS posted:I watched Three Kings with our Iraqi translator and a local national in the ER one quiet night. I never got to deploy to Iraq. I realize this is sort of a broad question, but were most LNs that you talked to glad we came in?
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Pesticide20 posted:While I was in Afghanistan an E-7 died huffing duster. There was an E6 in the Motor-T section who 1. Lost his sidearm. It was 'gone' when he woke up from a nap in his office. This got a lot clearer when it came out that 2. he got caught huffing duster. His punishment? Reduction to sergeant and going home early.
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Re: losing weapons. We had an E6 pass out at his desk on Leatherneck, woke up and his M9 was gone. Locked down the base all day, don't remember if it was ever recovered. He didn't get in trouble for it, but he was later busted for huffing compressed air cans. Busted down to sergeant and sent home halfway through the deployment, not sure if anything else happened.
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I went to Catholic grade school for K-5 and I had one of my teachers try to tell me that rats were invertebrates. Then I went to public school and had a high school science teacher tell me the sun was 99% of the mass of the universe. When contradicted by the entire class, she didn't say "oh my bad I meant the solar system," she just ran with her initial statement. NC education is bad. Guest2553 posted:Crosspost from idiots on social media: 
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It kills me that he's wearing an ROTC uniform. We don't even know if he ever joined the actual military.
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i was born, raised, and still somehow loving live in eastern north carolina, two hours from jacksonville one way and two hours from fayetteville the other gently caress all of you, i have it the worst, there are boot fuckheads in my town every weekend
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LCL-Dead posted:gently caress you! I live -IN- Jacksonville and work in Cherry Point. Your boot woes are poo poo compared to seeing them walking up and down the roads every weekend with their brand new clothes and holyMcMapballs backpacks. Then I get to drive up north and put up with little pog bitches all day during the week who cry about not being able to throw a 5 pound UAV into the air despite the countless hours they spend at the gym every night, snorting protein powder off of each other's bisceps. Ugh. Fair enough point. I still remember seeing a gaggle of boots walking around downtown one weekend and one of them was *wearing a day pack*. At like 11:30 at night, presumably walking to/coming back from one of the clubs.
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LCL-Dead posted:dickhead 1st Sgt This story made me laugh out loud and I'm having a lousy day, so thank you. Also, I did convoy security and had friends in QRF while I was in Afghanistan, so please please tell the Sgt Major story.
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LNK and Dwyer DFACs were alright in 2011. Dwyer had Mongolian grills going like every other night(which probably would have sucked if I was ever stationed there, but I was only there after convoys). LNK had the steak and lobster on Sundays, plus one of the smaller DFACs was this bangin' sandwich bar.
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Casimir Radon posted:Somebody in GIP told a story once about somebody who got really hurt in an IED explosion or something like that, has to be flown out of there. Then leadership shows up at his sickbed to tell him how much trouble he's in for losing his NVGs. That's me, amigo. Buddy of mine in OEF 11.1. Still need to get the details about that; the guy got NJP'd and lost a stripe while recovering from a concussion... but hey, he got a purple heart! Admiral Bosch fucked around with this message at 05:51 on Apr 23, 2015 |
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OZYMANDICKASS posted:Guy I know got hit with a posthumous article 104. He was the last man "killed" defending an overrun OP, but because he was delirious from loss of blood, the last grenade he threw apparently didn't have the pin pulled out. Giving away perfectly good grenades = aiding and abetting.  I can't tell if you're joking or not. Christ. Just goes to show, however lovely a story you have, someone else has one that's even worse.
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Kung Fu Fist gently caress posted:im afraid i have bad news friend I actually don't think any politicians really believe in god, they just use it as a convenient tool
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Speaking of ink, I knew one dumbass Marine who had a gigantic back tattoo of the Top Gun movie logo. Like, straight off the poster. It was really weird.
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It's me, I'm the idiot. I went to Standing Rock because I'm a big dumb retard who believes the police should not spray people with water in freezing temperatures. The veterans event was a complete mess and I don't even know where to start.
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Okay, this might be a little disjointed. First, a little about me: former Marine reservist, one combat deployment to Afghanistan, feel very strongly that this country, and by extension, the rest of the world, needs to get off fossil fuels for a plethora of reasons, chief among them being climate change. As stated previously, I also have some pretty strong feelings about freedom of speech, expression, and assembly, and the use of force to crack down on the use of these rights. I don't pretend to be an expert on any one issue. I felt a moral responsibility to answer this call for veterans to put their bodies in harms way again to protect people peacefully demonstrating(especially for a cause I was aligned with politically already), even if it was just for a short time. That sounds pretty melodramatic, but I really did feel something in my heart that made me feel like I had to go. Additionally, I was tired of shittalking on facebook about all my political opinions and never actually doing anything to back them up. I live in the Boulder, CO area, have for about 6 months. The way this "deployment" worked was there was a no-bullshit 5 paragraph order that someone drafted up and you were supposed to link up with a Regional Team Leader who were organizing transport all over the country, with a clearly delineated chain of communication and command. There were only supposed to be about 2000 people. This was not what happened. My group was fortunate - we had about 30 people from Boulder, Denver, and a couple other cities throughout Colorado, with some really, really excellent people. We boarded two charter buses and drove to Eagle Butte, SD, on December 3rd, where we slept in a gymnasium for the night. There was a whole check-in process, with the vague semblance of organization, but the guys there were running on about 3 days no sleep, and it was pretty clear that things weren't going to get better. December 4th, we wake up, and there's an "OIC" at the gymnasium who informs us that we're going to drive directly to the camp, check in with the veteran's tent HQ and legal, attend a ceremony welcoming the troops to tribal land, and go out on the 'front line' to demonstrate. The only thing that happened was we got to the camp. In a bus. On hardpacked snow and ice. There wasn't anywhere to stay, it was overcrowded, there were conflicting veterans groups(Veterans For Peace was there and they were separate from this thing that Wes Clark 'put together'), there were conflicting tribal groups, and lots of different things that people thought we were supposed to be doing. There was zero chain of command in the slightest. After getting dragged over half the camp instead of going directly to the legal tent like he said I was supposed to, I abandon this loving wacko vet who had taken half our people away from the other half, and return to where our bus was parked. It was obvious to me that the only thing to do was keep our group together, so I waited for everyone else to figure this out(which they did). Having regrouped at the bus, we decided that the next order of business was to find somewhere to stow our gear and have shelter when the sun went down. We commandeered a field tent that nobody was using, unloaded all our poo poo, and somewhere during this process word broke that the easement had been denied. When that happened, nobody knew what to do. We all felt pretty happy but also disappointed that we didn't get to do anything. Word eventually trickles down that someone higher up the nonexistent chain(a tribal leader, I think) that the buses needed to get out of the camp before the night was out. I was prepared to stay the night, but the consensus among the group was "pack all your poo poo back on the bus again and let's drive back south to Fort Yates," a town about 15 miles away on the reservation. This ended up being a remarkably good idea. The camp was full to bursting and with no apparent organization, it wasn't clear if everyone was going to be fed. Also, there was a pretty nasty weather system scheduled to roll in Monday morning, and nobody was confident in our tent's ability to keep us warm and sheltered. So, we get our bus unstuck about 4 or 5 times thanks to a front-end loader, and head down to Fort Yates, where people are sleeping on the floor of a gymnasium. We're fed, we're warm, and we're ready to do whatever the hell ends up happening the next day. Because of the weather, we were told the ceremony that was supposed to happen *Sunday* was going to happen today, now that everyone had showed up, but it was going to take place at the big casino on the reservation, so we bussed there... but we left about half our poo poo at Fort Yates, because we were told "we are coming back here tonight after scheduled events at the camp." I brought my chow, mess kit, toothbrush... but left my sleeping bag and trailpad. About an hour after we show up, it starts snowing, bad, with 35-40 mph winds, very low visibility. Cars that are arriving start getting stuck in the parking lot and dropoff area. We can't go anywhere. The event room at the casino is where everyone gathered, word was passed several times by several different people, numerous natives play music and sing(this got old really quickly), until finally some speeches and poo poo happen from the tribe. Wesley Clark Jr is standing about 5 feet away from me with 10 volunteers at attention behind him, with the few hundred-odd rest of us in a horseshoe formation around him, facing the tribal elders, listening to them give a speech. I got fed up, but I really wish I had stuck around for this... I slipped out of the formation after one of the speeches to go smoke. I hear later what happened - the apology ceremony. I'm not sure what to think about the action itself - obviously native Americans have been poo poo on for centuries, ever since Western culture arrived in this hemisphere. What bugs me is that he didn't tell anyone what he was planning, and he had waited until all eyes and cameras were on him. It rang hollow and smacked of a political stunt, that for all its heavyhandedness, probably worked. So while the message might be fine, particularly in light of the modern pipeline issue and other native troubles, the motivation bugs me. So this bullshit happens, and I'm chainsmoking like a motherfucker because I get anxiety when I am stuck somewhere with no way out, especially with tons of people nearby. Nobody knows what's happening, storms getting worse, I don't have my stuff, and I can't leave. It gets even more apparent that going back to the camp is a lost cause. After a while I calm down, I start drinking at the bar and shooting the poo poo with the other people I came with, trade some war stories, etc. It's a pretty good time, honestly. I manage to get some really bad sleep on the floor without my stuff. The next day, Tuesday, is more of the same. It's stopped actively snowing, but the roads are closed and frozen over, winds are still high, visibility still too dangerous to try to go anywhere, and hundreds more people are streaming into the casino, having left the camp due to the weather. And it's loving cold. After a very long, uneventful but stressful day, it finally clears up enough and the roads are plowed enough to leave the casino and get to Fort Yates. It took a very long time for all this to happen, and was dark by the time we got there. Wednesday arrived, and though we were supposed to leave pretty loving early to go home, but because of a very long, drawnout dispute with one of the two bus drivers(I could do an entire separate post about this) and the bus company, that went as far as getting our loving congressman on the phone to yell at the company, we left in the late afternoon. Our team leader holds his CDL, so we were planning on switching off our driver and him once the driver's DOT hours were met, just so we could do a straight shot home. And because of the other driver being a complete and total gently caress, we had all 30 of us on one bus, and nobody on the 2nd bus. But the contract was badly worded, and it stipulated that both buses had to stay together. So, once Driver #2 met his hours, he stopped at a hotel, and we were forced to also stop. We sent out people to get booze and threw a little rager, which was cathartic. This is pretty much the end of the story, because other than some more dumb poo poo with the bus company and driver. We got home, safe, sound and sane, thanks to some very good people that we ended up all looking up to. tl;dr - it was a loving unorganized shitshow that seemed to center around a publicity stunt by Wes Clark Jr. I don't regret going, as I was only trying to back up my opinions with actions, and I met some awesome people. Maybe later tonight or tomorrow I'll go over the BUS FROM HELL.  
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Genocide Tendency posted:I am disappointed in the lack of service ready cammies in this picture. What bothered me most is that there were so many people, both natives and non, who kept saying "thank you for coming," when I felt like I didn't do anything. I wanted to, pretty badly, but that's not the way the situation panned out. I felt like a fraud. We soaked up a lot of resources and offered very little in return, which put lives in danger when the storm hit. There were a lot of older and disabled vets who in all honesty should not have come out. https://news.vice.com/story/veterans-brought-cameras-but-also-complete-chaos-to-standing-rock http://www.iamnetizen.org/2016/12/07/wes-clark-leaves-vets-cold-money-go/
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