In the Army Now - The joy of the Armed Forces
I've never been a soldier. I was an air cadet once, but that mostly involved sitting in a mouldy hut learning about aeroplane engines with the hint that one day we might go flying.
Yet, anyone who has spent time defending their nation, or at least drinking bromide-laced-tea for their nation, must have stories to tell. Tell them now.
( , Thu 23 Mar 2006, 18:26)
I've never been a soldier. I was an air cadet once, but that mostly involved sitting in a mouldy hut learning about aeroplane engines with the hint that one day we might go flying.
Yet, anyone who has spent time defending their nation, or at least drinking bromide-laced-tea for their nation, must have stories to tell. Tell them now.
( , Thu 23 Mar 2006, 18:26)
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I'm currently serving in the US Army.
I'll tell you now, most of the laughs I get from my job are in-jokes that 99.9% of the rest of the world wouldn't understand, so I'll tell a story that one of my Sergeants told me about one of his tours in Iraq.
His platoon had run into some contact and the lieutenant had called in for close air support (by the way, when someone farts in the army he is obligated to say "Lieutenant who?" or "Keep talking sir, we'll find you".) Except he called in for his location instead of the enemies. My Sergeant hears a roar of propellers and looks up to find an Apache attack helicopter headed straight at him. Then he sees the cannon on the front swing around and point at him and seconds later a pair of rockets fired... sailing safely over towards the enemy. After the skermish with great relief he stood up to feel a slight squish in his pant leg. He commenced to walk 10 Km back to the FOB (forward operationg base) with a piece of shit kicking around in his pant leg. He would later be told that when the gun points at you it's because the pilot is looking at you. The gun goes where his head points.
( , Fri 24 Mar 2006, 4:07, Reply)
I'll tell you now, most of the laughs I get from my job are in-jokes that 99.9% of the rest of the world wouldn't understand, so I'll tell a story that one of my Sergeants told me about one of his tours in Iraq.
His platoon had run into some contact and the lieutenant had called in for close air support (by the way, when someone farts in the army he is obligated to say "Lieutenant who?" or "Keep talking sir, we'll find you".) Except he called in for his location instead of the enemies. My Sergeant hears a roar of propellers and looks up to find an Apache attack helicopter headed straight at him. Then he sees the cannon on the front swing around and point at him and seconds later a pair of rockets fired... sailing safely over towards the enemy. After the skermish with great relief he stood up to feel a slight squish in his pant leg. He commenced to walk 10 Km back to the FOB (forward operationg base) with a piece of shit kicking around in his pant leg. He would later be told that when the gun points at you it's because the pilot is looking at you. The gun goes where his head points.
( , Fri 24 Mar 2006, 4:07, Reply)
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