Huh! Not always!
I had to do a field ex once and the nearest motel was 90 kilometres away and in those days they didn't even have wifi.
It was a long drive every morning and back again at night but lucky they had room service out of hours so brekky and dinner were covered.
Now THAT is a great vet and watch story. Thanks for sharing and for your service. Do you have a son or daughter to pass your Submariner to?
The photo at Cubi Point is excellent. Did you spend any time in Olongapo?
This thread does have some special rules: 1. Coranavirus discussion is strictly forbidden (rest assured, whatever you may want to add has already been stated several times). 2. If you ask which is better: Rolex or Omega, you will be subjected to dozens of Mad Dog frat boy photos. 3. No bashing of world leaders or politicians, regardless of their levels of incompetence.
The photo of the super sized M16 reminded me of the USAF weapons training. Some of you legs and Jar ines may not know this, but we were barely allowed to SEE a weapon, let alone fire it. And when we did fire the M16, it was chambered for .22 cal, not .223 rounds. Clearly, no one ever expected us to have to fight. And rumor had it that grenade training had been cancelled in the 70s due to regular incidents resulting in serious injury or death at basic training.
And NO "dipping" in this thread.
Virgil, blaming the Army is always encouraged in this thread, and a photo of your Omega would also be welcomed.
T4r, forgive Mad Dog. He was confusing you with we USAF hardened warriors. And just to be clear, there were days when there were NO petite marshmallows for our hot cocoa. (rarely)
This thread does have some special rules: 1. Coranavirus discussion is strictly forbidden (rest assured, whatever you may want to add has already been stated several times). 2. If you ask which is better: Rolex or Omega, you will be subjected to dozens of Mad Dog frat boy photos. 3. No bashing of world leaders or politicians, regardless of their levels of incompetence.
The photo of the super sized M16 reminded me of the USAF weapons training. Some of you legs and Jar ines may not know this, but we were barely allowed to SEE a weapon, let alone fire it. And when we did fire the M16, it was chambered for .22 cal, not .223 rounds. Clearly, no one ever expected us to have to fight. And rumor had it that grenade training had been cancelled in the 70s due to regular incidents resulting in serious injury or death at basic training.
And NO "dipping" in this thread.Do people in Denmark use this stuff?
Virgil, blaming the Army is always encouraged in this thread, and a photo of your Omega would also be welcomed.
T4r, forgive Mad Dog. He was confusing you with we USAF hardened warriors. And just to be clear, there were days when there were NO petite marshmallows for our hot cocoa. (rarely)
This thread does have some special rules: 1. Coranavirus discussion is strictly forbidden (rest assured, whatever you may want to add has already been stated several times). 2. If you ask which is better: Rolex or Omega, you will be subjected to dozens of Mad Dog frat boy photos. 3. No bashing of world leaders or politicians, regardless of their levels of incompetence.
The photo of the super sized M16 reminded me of the USAF weapons training. Some of you legs and Jar ines may not know this, but we were barely allowed to SEE a weapon, let alone fire it. And when we did fire the M16, it was chambered for .22 cal, not .223 rounds. Clearly, no one ever expected us to have to fight. And rumor had it that grenade training had been cancelled in the 70s due to regular incidents resulting in serious injury or death at basic training.
And NO "dipping" in this thread.Do people in Denmark use this stuff?
This thread is fun. Great rules and no whinging!
Right, with the OP’s permission I’d like to make a request: War stories are boring as fυck, whereas runs-ashore, where extreme discommode and bother ensue, are always good value. Please share your best (and worst) whisky soaked military dilemmas. I’ll start:
It was durning flying training and we were enjoying a night of boozing in the mess bar. The hour was late and we were still on base because it was end of month and we were too poor to go to town. Pints happened, gin and tonics happened, and inevitably shots of every spirit on the top shelf happened. At some point, it seemed a very good idea to do all of this naked, presumably for the entertainment of the female bar staff (Christ, we’d go to jail for that these days).
Unbeknownst to us, the Station Commander (a Group Captain, or full Colonel for you army types) was hosting a dinner with the local mayor and other dignitaries in one of the adjacent rooms. I can’t quite remember the look on their collective faces when they entered the bar and saw the whole of Joint Elementary Flying School playing billiards in the buff, but I do remember being ‘invited’ to report to the Chief Flying Instructor Monday morning in our best No1 RAF Home Dress.
The Monday morning ‘one-way/no coffee chat’ went as expected with us chaps lined against the wall and the CFI doing his best to cover our faces in spittle. However, mid rant, out from behind his desk wanders over the CFI’s young male black Labrador. The Lab takes an immediate shine to our mate, Jenks, and starts mounting his well ironed trouser leg. Obviously, we struggle under the weight of this brilliant comedic timing with strained choking and sideways glances. This sends the CFI into a white hot rage of apoplexy. He grabs the poor besotted dog by the collar and fairly throws him back behind the desk. Shit, we think, has now gotten rather serious.
We stiffen ramrod straight as the CFI resumes his spirited observations of our failings as junior officers and young gentleman. He even suggest our future as RAF pilots is in serious doubt. And there from the corner of our eyes we spot our familiar shiny coated friend slinking forward once more. Undeterred from his pervious walloping the cur breaks cover and dashes for Jenks once more. Before the CFI knows what’s occurring the dog is making mad, passionate love and we are falling about the place in fits of giggles.
The CFI knows he’s lost all credibility and throws us out of his office with a thunderous roar. We win!
...Or so we thought. The fucker banned us from the mess and town for six long, excruciatingly dry months...
I hurt from laughter. But enquiring minds want to know, did you guys get the Labrador some dinner later or just some treats?
I hurt from laughter. But enquiring minds want to know, did you guys get the Labrador some dinner later or just some treats?
I agree with the coronavirus part. Tired of hearing about it... but I did have to slip a "Marines eating crayons" joke in here somewhere 😝
We honestly never saw the poor mutt again. Not sure what happened to him. I now have my own black lab (Virgil) and whenever one of the old boys comes to visit and sees my dog we die recounting this story. Here’s my boy. He doesn’t much care for watches.
Your dog is playing with your watch case opener!
