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    • Random quotes from today

      11 years ago

      Havoc1

      Lex: When I grow up, I'm going to be a Ranger man like you! And wear my Ranger hat!
      Brian: You sure you want to do that? Rangers have to jump out of airplanes.
      Lex: You said a monkey jumps out of airplanes!
      Brian: Yeah, but monkeys are stupid. Are you a monkey?
      Lex: [Totally not taking the bait] You just have to keep your feet together. Right?!
      Brian: Yeah, but you have to fall right.
      Lex: Watch, I can fall! [climbs on and jumps off bed, nearly shattering the floor. My knees groan sympathetically]
      Brian: [commences 10 minute block of instruction on the Parachute Landing Fall]
      .............[floor now probably has a divot in it from repeated impacts from the bed. But she kept her feet together!
      Lex: I did it, I did it, I did it!!!!!
      ...
      ...
      Lex: I don't want clickery things in my knees like you, Dad.
      Brian: Why not? They're lots of fun!
      Lex: No they're not! I don't want my whole body to hurt like you, Dad.

      Funny how perceptive kids can be.


      Picked up the quad today. The guy selling it is a good old country boy. The kind that's good to know when you live out in a place like this. By the time it was over, we were invited out to his farm to shoot, as well as for spring gobblers. Anyone turkey-hunted before?

    • OK, that was irritating

      11 years ago

      Havoc1

      Found a guy selling a Suzuki LT80 for $600 not 10 miles from here. He was working tonight, so I'm going to catch him in the morning. Seems that his boy put diesel in it last fall, so he had the local dealer clean and rebuild the carb, flush the tank, and do some other unrelated stuff like put in new plugs, sprocket, chain, etc. It runs now, so I'm going to check it out. If it's in as good a shape as he says, it's a great deal.

      With that in mind, while Nate and I were out on the dirtbike today, we rode to the local store and hit the ATM. It kept showing a balance, yet it wouldn't give me any cash. Frustrated, I figured the stupid thing was just broken or something. A few hours later, I jumped in the car and ran a few miles down the road to a gas station, only to have the same results.

      Turns out my accountant (who is unfamiliar with living in a state and being a resident of another) made a mistake and put me in as a resident of Georgia, instead of NY, which for all its failings does not collect state income taxes from military members living outside the state. Georgia promptly withdrew $3400 from my account. That balance being shown by the ATM? Negative. Dammit!

      Not really a problem, as I have overdraft protection and have already covered it with savings sitting from another account, but you can bet it'll take a while to get it sorted out, and that is going to piss me off. Took 48 hours for them to withdraw, but I smell a 6 week processing nightmare to get it back.

      As I mentioned, we got some riding in yesterday and today.
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      One of the high points yesterday was when Nate started to fall asleep after about an hour of riding. He kept slowly shifting to one side or the other and his head would bob. I figured it out after a couple minutes and started riding home. All was well and good until we were going through one of those 2ft deep puddles and the bike was squiggling around all over the place beneath us. It's a fight to stay upright in the first place, but Nate had plans to make it ever more epic. At the decisive moment, his head bobbed to the right and mashed the kill switch. The bike farted wetly and we sank into the mire. He woke up when he got soaked and was none too pleased.

      Righted the bike and headed back to the house to drop him off and pick up Lex for a bit of a ride. No incidents there, though I let her pick the trails and the next thing I knew, we were off in the woods with no trail, surprising feral dogs. I did find a couple new trails that lead even farther from the house, so I'll explore them later. Satellite photos show a trail network that heads way out to the northeast, but I've yet to borrow a good GPS to program some waypoints and try really getting some travel going.

      EDIT: Couldn't resist a little shoop da whoop!
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    • Notes from a recent brief.

      11 years ago

      Havoc1

      As I mentioned in the All Things Military thread, we received a brief from the commander of the recently returned 4th BCT, 82nd Airborne. Much of it was classified, but here are some things of interest to all.

      smiley9.gif You're gonna get split up. Because you're Paratroopers. This is what you do. (Referring to spreading the battalions, and in some cases the companies, of the brigade around the AO and attaching them to other brigades.)
      smiley9.gif When cross-attachments happen, explain to your Paratroopers that it's not because we're not a part of the team. We're going to help other units with our maturity, tenacity, and our willingness to take the fight to the enemy. They need us.
      smiley9.gif We had a horrific syphilis outbreak at one point, but there was no real problem with our Paratroopers because we were busy. Frankly, FOBs (referring to Taji) pissed me off. Softball leagues, pools, half days, battle stress classes. What a joke. "We should be pushing Troopers to the limits of human endurance."
      smiley9.gif Small kill teams work.
      smiley9.gif Plan for the kinetic fight first. Then figure out what you can do for hearts and minds.
      smiley9.gif "Nevermind that it overmatched the unit. That was the political requirement."
      smiley9.gif Cooks and mechanics from the BSB were pulled to form Vehicle Checkpoint (VCP) platoons. They got so good at kicking in doors and being Infantrymen that guys were refusing to take leave because they were afraid they'd be assigned back into support roles when the returned. It took a promise to the contrary from the brigade commander to get things back on track. That's fucking cool.
      smiley9.gif Do NOT break contact. You do, and the attacks will sky-rocket. Bring overwhelming--but disciplined--firepower to bear immediately and chase those shitheads down like the rats they are.
      smiley9.gif Psyops works, even if their chain of command is a hopelessly unresponsive bureaucracy. Banners, signs, billboards, announcements on the LRAD. We arrested the "Abu bin Shitbag" about 6 times before we finally got the right one. People were that responsive, and his family/tribe basically turned him out.
      smiley9.gif The more aggressive you are, the fewer casualties you'll take. No, that's not a paradox.
      smiley9.gif If you wouldn't be proud to do it on CNN, don't do it.
      smiley9.gif Avoid fighting this war 12 or 15 months at a time.
      smiley9.gifThere is a reason that you are going to <insert AO>. It's going to be a tough, shitty job--a good one for Paratroopers. (We're headed for EFP central. On the one hand, I welcome the relative simplicity and satisfaction of killing assholes rather than shaking their hands while they lie to our faces. On the other hand, we'll get to do plenty of that too.)

    • What? You went over my helmet??

      11 years ago

      Havoc1

      The kids' helmets arrived. Though they look huge on the outside, they fit pretty well inside. Nate looks particularly top-heavy in his. I'll get some pix next time we ride.

      Now, if the company I'm buying new clutch and brake levers from will get around to sending me my shit. I hate the ebay sellers who completely automate everything and don't respond to emails. I sent 3 messages asking why flat-rate USPS shipping was costing me $18 for four levers and a set of grips that should weigh in around 3lbs. For that kind of cash, they ought to be sending the shit priority! I know good and well a flat rate box of that size is about $5.80. Grrr!

      New tires for the bike arrived today. Gotta either mount them myself or take it somewhere. I'm of a mind to just take it somewhere. Got my new Teknic Violator gloves for my road-bike as well. They're a bit heavy on the bling, but they're great gloves.

      Bought/buying a laptop through SilentDonkey. Sorry dude, I couldn't make it to the PO today. I'll get the funds out tomorrow.

      Work sucked. My boss acted like the jackass he is and made sure to tell everyone that he was working his ass off getting my job done. Fucker. Then he springs some surprise campaign plan review at 1730 today and keeps me around another hour FLIPPING MOTHERFUCKING SLIDES on something I have nothing to do with. I was absolutely seething. It was so bad one of the other ops officers in the room asked if I was OK. Grrr. I can't leave that shit fast enough. If I'm ever in a position to support that dude again and I can fuck him without fucking his unit, he's done for. Zero support.

      OK, time for a nap.

    • Suitable for framing

      11 years ago

      Havoc1

      I should frame this. I was on a tirade and feeling particularly loquacious.


      Roughly 2/3 of the trolls hanging out in the P&CE are the worst types of sanctimonious, condescending douchebags who seem to believe that moral relativism and appeasement can substitute for statecraft. I fucking hate that kind of pure cowardice poorly camouflaged under a thin veneer of "higher education." They should know better. Apologist cravens who hail their fears as sophistication over the rest of us knuckledraggers just make my blood boil. So you're a fucking pussy. Come out and say it and leave the steering of this country's course to better men. These are the people Churchill was referring to when he talked about waiting for the crocodile to eat them last.


      Seriously.

      OH, and highlight of today? I was sitting in an inspection outbrief today, sandwiched between two of my NCOs. It was quite possibly, the finest opportunity ever...to lean over and bust ass while the O-6 was talking and absolute silence was law. Win.

      Knuckledragger indeed.

      Hey, on a totally different topic... Anyone got recommendations on a laptop?
      It doesn't need to be a monster, but I'm giving my current one to my Korean cousin and picking up the one I'll take to Iraq with me. Requirements follow:
      Integrated mic/webcam
      Capable of gaming, but I don't need a fucking monster
      15.4" screen
      Decent speakers, but remember, my hearing's fucked up anyway, so high quality is not a must
      2+GB RAM
      200+GB HDD
      DVD R/RW drive. Perhaps blu-ray compatible? Is this worth pursuing?
      2GHz dual core or faster
      wireless, of course
      would prefer NOT to go with Vista
      Upgradeablility
      a decent warranty program

      Recommendations? Before I spend 10 hours searching and researching...

    • Carter/Traitor snubbed by Israel

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      Havoc1

      www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24107417/?GT1=43001

      The entire gov't of Israel has basically shunned that fucking shitbag Jimmy Carter. Olmert said he couldn't meet him due to scheduling conflicts, but he had time to meet some movie star from the series Prison Break. Could there be a message there, I wonder?

      Going one better, the Israeli Secret Service refuses to work with US Secret Service for his security. I'm sorry Jimbo, but the Israelis actually have balls, unlike the American populace. They won't be shamed or chastised by outsiders who live comfortably away from the threat of rockets, suicide bombings, and kidnappings. You chose to announce that you're going to go and talk with a terrorist regime (popularly elected or not) that is either complicit in committing or incompetent in preventing the aforementioned terrorist activities--you have to expect that their targeted victims aren't going to look too kindly on you. Rightly so. Entrance to their country is more than you deserve.

      Mr. Carter, you failed grievously as a President. Your legacy can't really get much worse, but those of us who put our asses on the line to stand against terror would appreciate it if you stopped trying. Go back to peanut farming or Habitat for Humanity or something useful.

      By the way, to further the furious responses and arguments this post is bound to create, here's a question. Why is it OK for Carter to travel to Syria to meet the Khaled Mashaal, when it goes against the directives of the current administration and would be considered a crime of treason if an average American citizen chose to do so? Since when did he represent American policy in Southwest Asia? (I think the answer to that last question should be 20 January, 1981.)

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    • Busted!

      11 years ago

      Havoc1

      I rode nearly 35 miles on the trails around here today. Found several loops that will be fun to ride with the kids since it always feels cooler to go out on a big circuit rather than just out & back. I need to borrow my buddy's GPS to figure out where I was for a good portion of the time, because I was way the hell out there. While out and about, I discovered a path to a lake, and several "lakes" in the path. One looked shallow, but something told me to slow down from 25mph and I crawled through it, only to have the bottom drop out and put me in water that must have been 2.5ft deep. The muck and ooze was pretty nasty, and I hit a tree branch underwater and nearly dropped the bike. That would have been just outstanding. 15 miles from home in a place with no cell signal with a carb full of water... At least I had the tools to fix it out there, but it surely would have sucked.

      So, when SunJa and the kids came home, I decided to run Lex out for a ride. I'd promised Nate, but I turned around and he was asleep, so he learned a bit bout the old adage, "You snooze, you lose pal." Anyway, Lex and I were hammering along out there with her screaming warnings about puddles or sand or tree roots, when we rounded a corner all heeled over and nearly ran over a dude who was out running. With two large dogs. The guy heard us coming and stood out of the way, but the dogs had not figured it out, so in the mad scramble to avoid them, we took a bit of a digger in the soft sand, which basically just sucked the tires out from under us. No big deal really. We rolled free, Lex said, "Whoa! We crashed!" and I hauled the bike back up. To discover a broken clutch lever, dangling from the handlebar.

      *shit*

      Well, I might have been screwed on a road bike, but it turns out that the KLR can be shifted without the clutch lever. You just rev it up good, hold on tight, and jam it in gear to get started. Not great for the works, but it works in a pinch and will get you home. After that, just like on most bikes or manual transmission cars, you can up/downshift by listening to the engine and timing your shifts. Very easy, but more difficult on dirt when you're constantly having to shift.

      Anyway, we finally made it home and I just got done ordering two sets of both brake and clutch levers on ebay. This way, next time I break one, I'll have a spare onboard.

      Propblast summary will come later. Going to bed now.

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      Something for old school gamers: Atari, anyone?

    • Victory is mine

      11 years ago

      Havoc1

      So, yesterday was a long, long day. But honestly, there was no point where I thought, "Geez, this is really difficult." The good-natured harassment was easily taken in stride, and I was having fun most of the time. PT test was another wake-up call that I've worn myself down pretty good. I was really pissed at my time on the 2-miler (16:22!) until I found out that the turn-around point was screwed up and it was actually about 2.2 miles. Still not a good time, but not horrendous either.

      Next was the test of Airborne knowledge. Everything from technical specifications to history of the Airborne to history of the 505th PIR. Don't know what my score was, but I passed, so that's good enough.

      Highpoint (really, more like a low-point) of the day was at the leader's reaction course (LRC) when we reached the medical station and my stick ended up as the test dummies. Getting stuck with needles for IVs is nothing new, so that was no big deal. (Though the guy I got paired with had never done it, so I basically administered an IV to myself.) The real fun was the NPA. While I now understand better how it works, I am NOT a fan of having a nasopharyngeal airway inserted in me while I'm conscious. There's not much pain, but it's possibly the most uncomfortable feeling I've ever experienced as that tube snaked through my head and down to my throat. Let me tell you, it shivered me timbers, and that's no joke.

      Otherwise, we spent a lot of time walking from station to station, did what amounts to basic airborne refresher training (by the way, the guy at 1:30 and 1:53 was one of my Black Hats at the Airborne school). The major difference was the distinct lack of School Gay and the fact that the tower at Bragg, at least the one we were on, was wicked fast. When you hit the arresting cable at the end, you swung waaay the hell up and then dropped like a rock. I thought a couple guys were going to loop that damned thing.

      Afterwards, there was a 5.05 (actually about 5.5) mile hump. Here's where I was getting mad. Not at the people running the event, but the people falling out. The pace wasn't bad, and though there were some hills and sand, it wasn't difficult. Yet there were shitbags (and this is an all-officer event) falling out, forcing us to stop, etc. While I was trotting up and down the column checking on people and taking turns on the litter carrying water cans, I saw a couple dudes with Ranger tabs towards the rear. Pathetic. I'd be ashamed to show my face around my Joes if word of that shit got out.

      We took a spin through the Airborne museum, which is actually very cool. I'm waiting for the folks to come visit to take them down there.

      Finally, it was on to the main event. The Propblast Ceremony. Call it the Airborne's answer to the Shellback Ceremony. But I think I'll wait till tomorrow to explain that because this journal is long enough.

      So...enjoy some pictures of the kids.

      I was sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast, recovering from yesterday, when Lex came strolling in wearing a pair of sand, wind, and dust goggles that she found in one of my gear tubs. Next thing you know, helmets were on and load carrying vests or belts were high fashion. I would have put my ruck on Lex, but it weighs more than the two of them combined!

      SAND, WIND, AND DUST
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      HELMETS ON
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      (ALMOST) FULL BATTLE RATTLE
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    • Packed tight

      11 years ago

      Havoc1

      This! Is! Prop-blast!

      No, it's not illegal or undeground. I'm sure it's a shadow of what it was 40 years ago, as hazing is taken far too seriously in today's military. But there'll be a bit of a haze. As my mood brightens after the horrors of staff work and downright stupidity at the hands of my boss today, I begin to look forward to the downright stupidity, shared pain, and outright fun that tomorrow will be. Drunken buffoonery should be amusing, as I haven't gotten trashed since 21 Oct 06--the day before I flew out of Korea. My body may not be smoke-proof, but my mind certainly is. I earned my short tab--this is child's play.


      For an exhaustive treatise with psychoanalytic spice, look for the Prop Blast heading about 1/4 way down in this article.
      Other links
      www.combatmagazine.net/S3/BAKISSUE/CMBT06N1/PROPBLST.HTM
      http://www.paratrooper.org/pdf/PropBlast.pdf


      Packing complete. Except for my raw egg.

      My fucking ruck weighs in at 77.4lbs and is stuffed with highly necessary equipment such as rubber overboots, polypro underwear, a 3-piece sleep system, gortex top & bottom, wet weather top & bottom, two fleece caps, etc. Even if it's not as heavy as the monstrosities I carried through Ranger school (definitely don't have 1200 rounds of SAW ammo or 600 for the 240), the sheer bulk of trying to get all this shit in there...it's just re-donkulous. The flap on old ALICE here only goes halfway over, and that bitch is packed tight. You guys who've humped an ALICE (not to be concused with an old ex-girlfriend named Mary Alice) know what I mean--knees and elbows were used freely in compacting.

      I have no choice but to LOL at the ghey-ness.

  • Comments (2746)

    • 82nd

      13 years ago

      cool

    • 82nd

      13 years ago

      glad the old lady gave you a laugh...and yeah I wish the vid of the Iraqi Army had better quality too

    • 82nd

      13 years ago

      futures_lost.JPG To futures lost and futures won.....*I live by this everyday*

    • 82nd

      13 years ago

      Hooah! I definatly take up that advice man

    • pt606

      13 years ago

      I didn't pass the written portion, so no interview for me. There are no guarantees on when the next go-around will be, because the postings are made as the necessity arrives. I have a feeling the next promotion round will be soon enough, since the current round was for existing openings, and we just recently promoted four sergeants to the rank of lieutenant, so there will be at least four more openings.

      Additionally, our staffing levels are about to increase, and we have a sergeant : officer ratio that we have to maintain, according to our governing body. This translates to many, many more attempts at getting the stripes.

    • 82nd

      13 years ago

      go to the bottom of this blog man....it's like the one you have up iraqwarjournal.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_iraqwarjournal_archive.html

    • Gael

      13 years ago

      No, not martial arts, although that would probably be a good idea. Before I started working at the bar, I was a security officer at Kings Island (a local amusement park). Worked two years as a supervisor.

    • Firedrayke

      13 years ago

      Woops, sorry. It's my youngest sister. Caption edited. smiley1.gif

    • SilentDonkey

      13 years ago

      almost finished downloading the 2004 motoGP season smiley8.gif

    • bikemancs

      13 years ago

      No idea on teh ACUs... don't know anyone who has had them for long enough to find out

    • Stmikl

      13 years ago

      Make sure you get some pics of the FNGs while they're at it. Tell them the minimum time limit for non-pansies is 5 minutes. If they wuss out before that then they're open to all sorts of BS flying their way. Oh, make sure there aren't any officers or senior NCOs around when you're doing it. Think "deep within the wood line". Have fun.

    • 82nd

      13 years ago

      hey man I just found this HUGE thing about chickenhawks and such.....it is rather long for me to copy, so I don't know whether I should give you the link or not since there is some other stuff on it too

    • Stmikl

      13 years ago

      Koalify = to hang up side-down with your arms and legs wrapped around the trunk of a tree until you can't take it any longer. It's sort of an initiation thing for new soldiers. They get timed for how long they last on the tree, usually 5 minutes is the minimum.

      I've seen one kid hang for 20 minutes. The medic pulled him down after seeing his eyes get too blood shot.

    • 82nd

      13 years ago

      there's plenty a more jokes where that came from....

    • 82nd

      13 years ago

      I just thought that I'd pass this by, but 34.jpg

    • lostone

      13 years ago

      I feel for you. I spent 10months 20days at Camp Stanley. What a hole. I was just happy the screwed up my paperwork so I wasn't stuck there for the full year. I think the budweiser down range is just the top of the barrel of the OB. Not much better. I liked the three days we spent at Osan. Much better that Camp Stanley. I remember hearing AF people complaining about the food and wanted the to come eat the crap our mess hall served. The one thing I really hated about coming home was seeing a bunch of hyundi's, kia, and daewoo's. smiley4.gif

    • SilentDonkey

      13 years ago

      thats not more than I wanted to know smiley0.gif Really cool!

    • DeltaSniper

      13 years ago

      We only run with 20 pounds....but our times are in the low 20s.

    • SilentDonkey

      13 years ago

      Wow...I hope your shoulder heals by itself, and doesnt just degrade from all the abuse. Good luck with that smiley8.gif

    • redwall61290

      13 years ago

      I just wanted to say, thank you for all you are doing.

    • Impavide117

      13 years ago

      Rock on man! Thanks for writing back. I had a few buddies like you but they were combat comm so they loved doing all that stuff anyway. I always wondered why the Air Force wore BDUs when they never seemed to support real warfighting training (other than SF and aircrews anyway). I thought most of them should wear BDUs that looked like they had a desk blotter on the back so they can just jump on their desk if the fighting starts. I really shouldn't talk since I spent most of my active duty time underground or in a vault. Anyway, good on ya and have fun. Imp

    • SilentDonkey

      13 years ago

      I don't know where you live...i know you are in S. Korea....you are getting this anyways smiley6.gif

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    • egon55

      13 years ago

      That picture was the ACH, a used one. An old kevlar cost about $50.

    • Stmikl

      13 years ago

      I'm still able to get a few miles here and there on my bike. It's still fairly warm over here right now when it's sunny. I don't dare ride on rainy days, though, the Italians like to mix marble into their pavement aggregate, which makes the road slicker than monkey snot on a wet day. Plus the drivers over here drive like they are all Mario Andretti, rain or shine.

    • Havoc1

      13 years ago

      First heard it from Gary Beikirch, a Medal of Honor recipient who lived near Rochester, NY when I was in ROTC at RIT. Amazing guy and one very haunted man.
      www.homeofheroes.com/moh/citations_living/vn_a_beikirch.html

    • Raven543

      13 years ago

      That is one of my favorite quotes, Except i use meaning in place of taste.
      It just rings true...

    • Havoc1

      13 years ago

      Want an education on what's really happening in Iraq? Read Michael Yon's blog:
      michaelyon.blogspot.com/


      Train like you fight or die like you train.

      To really live, you must almost die.
      To those who fight for it,
      freedom has a taste
      the protected will never know.

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