I thought only cattle got hoof n mouth disease, but it seems Sgts do as well. He does grovel pretty good though and Madea is fairly soft hearted. Cattle can be vaccinated for it can Sgts as well? Well he’s a corpse now.
You have to remember that the members of the Legion are not choirboys. With 2 exceptions they all have earned a death sentence. For that reason such nonsense would likely not be unusual. Nor would the sudden “change of heart” the Sgt evinces when he finds out just how powerful a patron this babe has. Self-preservation is a powerful motivator. Surprised he didn’t have to excuse himself to change his uniform trou. My understanding is that the death sentence all legionnaires are under was only suspended not commuted or pardoned and can be invoked at any time. Somehow, I suspect that barracks fights are even less uncommon in legionnaire barracks than in Army or Marine barracks. I got into two fights myself during 2 weeks at OCS at Quantico in 71 and even managed to need to have a come-to-Jesus with an asshole at Lackland in 73. Asshole was gonna do something to get me and 17 other guys on 2-on/2-off guard duty for 24 hours. He wasn’t smart enough to see that giving 18 guys a reason to want you dead or severely injured would be a cause for concern. Don’t know who he pissed off but a couple of weeks later he “tripped on the stairs” and wound up taking a tumble down a flight of stairs and suffering a compound fracture of his right shin bone. Note: the injury was NOTsufficient to medical him out of the Air Force and all the time he was casual company while his leg healed did NOT count towards his training time. The clock on his training time merely paused while his leg healed. Oh and people in casual company do not sit on their asses. They do some sort of manure details every day. I saw more than one guy on crutches in the chow hall while I was at Lackland. I know you vets from other services think the Air Force is less “military” than the other services and in some ways it is but the discipline is still military all the way. I could tell you some hair raising tales from my time at Lackland; short though it was. Ask me nice and I’ll tell you about how we solved the problem of a guy who wouldn’t bathe or how we solved the problem of the “African American” guy who felt he was so “blessed” that he was always walking around naked and even slept naked on top of his rack. Damned funny stories and 100% true both.
oh.. we may bash the other services,, brothers an sisters do that,.. ( if you fall down , i’ll help up,! , after i finish laughing ..) but i don’t feel sorry . for what happens , when one picks on a brother or sister.!
an we call you the “chair force” ,, but never so thankful,, when we were pined down,, an a AF A-10, made the problem go away .!!
stories.. we have passels of em.. similar not same.. (i had a non bathing roommate..)(graduated boot, on crutches.)(zero had a target on his six..)… o.0
The course-correction or attitude adjustments intervention common to my upbringing – We used to call them “Blanket Parties”.
When someone would not keep their room cleaned properly – they were treated to a “Babo Bomb” . . .
– and that was in Military School (high school) . . . .
When I arrived on active duty as a just newly graduated SOBC Butter Bar, those were not allowed (for me) . . . and –
My first real-world assignment was as a XO for a Signal Corps AIT company while I was awaiting orders to Flight School.
Everyone able had graduated and left on their first set of orders.
And – Captain Wingblade assigned me to keep the holdovers awaiting disciplinary boards under some semblance of order.
Yeah – I was a bit busy, while learning how to be an Army Officer.
And there was one kid in the Stockade, who, IMHO should have been given a medal for saving the Army a bunch of money.
Without all the details the solution to the guy who would not bathe (neither would he wash – or even change! – his underwear. something about getting his locker squared away and not wishing to have to fold any more undies) involved comet and floor brushes. For some reason he did a 180 degree change and showered every chance he got from then on.
The black guy was so proud of his “equipment” he felt compelled to show it off to everyone. Admittedly it WAS impressive. Letting it dangle from his hand held horizontal to his crotch there was easily still more dangling than lying across the width of his palm. Problem was everybody flat got tired of looking at the thing. He even slept on top of the sheet/blanket on his rack. The AC was out in our building (so-called 1,000-man dorm at Lackland AFB, San Antonio) so it was plenty warm enough to sleep even though it was against the regs. Anyhow as is common, we slept alternating with one guy sleeping with his head towards the lockers, the next with his head towards the aisle between the two bunks in one of two open squad bays. This asshole slept with his feet towards the aisle. One night somebody – and I swear we never found out who – got up and extremely stealthily tied dental floss (you know how high tensile strength that shit has) in a slipknot behind the head of his member , ran it out under the rail of his rack; ran it up under the rack of the guy across the the aisle; and tied it off to the handle of the other guy’s wall locker. Some time later, when the dorm guard came through, he tripped over the dental floss. The crash of the dorm guard falling into the wall lockers was only part of the noise which woke us up. The other was a vocal sound which I would never have believed could have come from the throat of a human being. I remember it to this day but it is hard to describe. Sort of a scream of anguish but very high pitched and unbelievably loud! The Dorm Chief (the Airman given charge and responsibility for the flight in the absence of the MTIs) was a light sleeper and flipped on the lights immediately. There on top of his rack was the “blessed” guy with ihs feet sticking out under the rail of his rack and holding his member and crying. Took some work and a pair of toenail clips to free him. The dorm guard sprained his wrist in the fall. The head of asshole’s johnson was turning black and starting to swell – and not like in a good way!. Because everyone in the – WHOLE – dorm had heard the racket Dorm Chief had to call CQ who had to call the TI. An ambulance was dispatched and both asshole and the one on dorm guard went to the ER. Later the dorm guard was told that asshole’s johnson was “severely injured” the Docs had considered amputating the head of it! Instead both were back in the flight by shortly after breakfast. For the record, that was the last we ever saw of the thing. He even showered in his white, GI-issue boxers. Slept under the covers after that, too, by thunder.
I thought only cattle got hoof n mouth disease, but it seems Sgts do as well. He does grovel pretty good though and Madea is fairly soft hearted. Cattle can be vaccinated for it can Sgts as well? Well he’s a corpse now.
You have to remember that the members of the Legion are not choirboys. With 2 exceptions they all have earned a death sentence. For that reason such nonsense would likely not be unusual. Nor would the sudden “change of heart” the Sgt evinces when he finds out just how powerful a patron this babe has. Self-preservation is a powerful motivator. Surprised he didn’t have to excuse himself to change his uniform trou. My understanding is that the death sentence all legionnaires are under was only suspended not commuted or pardoned and can be invoked at any time. Somehow, I suspect that barracks fights are even less uncommon in legionnaire barracks than in Army or Marine barracks. I got into two fights myself during 2 weeks at OCS at Quantico in 71 and even managed to need to have a come-to-Jesus with an asshole at Lackland in 73. Asshole was gonna do something to get me and 17 other guys on 2-on/2-off guard duty for 24 hours. He wasn’t smart enough to see that giving 18 guys a reason to want you dead or severely injured would be a cause for concern. Don’t know who he pissed off but a couple of weeks later he “tripped on the stairs” and wound up taking a tumble down a flight of stairs and suffering a compound fracture of his right shin bone. Note: the injury was NOTsufficient to medical him out of the Air Force and all the time he was casual company while his leg healed did NOT count towards his training time. The clock on his training time merely paused while his leg healed. Oh and people in casual company do not sit on their asses. They do some sort of manure details every day. I saw more than one guy on crutches in the chow hall while I was at Lackland. I know you vets from other services think the Air Force is less “military” than the other services and in some ways it is but the discipline is still military all the way. I could tell you some hair raising tales from my time at Lackland; short though it was. Ask me nice and I’ll tell you about how we solved the problem of a guy who wouldn’t bathe or how we solved the problem of the “African American” guy who felt he was so “blessed” that he was always walking around naked and even slept naked on top of his rack. Damned funny stories and 100% true both.
oh.. we may bash the other services,, brothers an sisters do that,.. ( if you fall down , i’ll help up,! , after i finish laughing ..) but i don’t feel sorry . for what happens , when one picks on a brother or sister.!
an we call you the “chair force” ,, but never so thankful,, when we were pined down,, an a AF A-10, made the problem go away .!!
stories.. we have passels of em.. similar not same.. (i had a non bathing roommate..)(graduated boot, on crutches.)(zero had a target on his six..)… o.0
Bill you could have put small casters on his crutches. That would be fun to see.
Pieces of soda bottle plastic stuck to the ends of crutches, with chewing gum, is also entertaining,on freshly waxed decks…
Nair tends to not only remove hair, but burns while doing so…
Deep Heating Rub in someone’s underwear is also a real crotch warmer…
Former Navy here…
I interpreted it as more devotion to Teresa than fear of Teresa, but I agree with the balance of your evaluation.
The course-correction or attitude adjustments intervention common to my upbringing – We used to call them “Blanket Parties”.
When someone would not keep their room cleaned properly – they were treated to a “Babo Bomb” . . .
– and that was in Military School (high school) . . . .
When I arrived on active duty as a just newly graduated SOBC Butter Bar, those were not allowed (for me) . . . and –
My first real-world assignment was as a XO for a Signal Corps AIT company while I was awaiting orders to Flight School.
Everyone able had graduated and left on their first set of orders.
And – Captain Wingblade assigned me to keep the holdovers awaiting disciplinary boards under some semblance of order.
Yeah – I was a bit busy, while learning how to be an Army Officer.
And there was one kid in the Stockade, who, IMHO should have been given a medal for saving the Army a bunch of money.
Without all the details the solution to the guy who would not bathe (neither would he wash – or even change! – his underwear. something about getting his locker squared away and not wishing to have to fold any more undies) involved comet and floor brushes. For some reason he did a 180 degree change and showered every chance he got from then on.
The black guy was so proud of his “equipment” he felt compelled to show it off to everyone. Admittedly it WAS impressive. Letting it dangle from his hand held horizontal to his crotch there was easily still more dangling than lying across the width of his palm. Problem was everybody flat got tired of looking at the thing. He even slept on top of the sheet/blanket on his rack. The AC was out in our building (so-called 1,000-man dorm at Lackland AFB, San Antonio) so it was plenty warm enough to sleep even though it was against the regs. Anyhow as is common, we slept alternating with one guy sleeping with his head towards the lockers, the next with his head towards the aisle between the two bunks in one of two open squad bays. This asshole slept with his feet towards the aisle. One night somebody – and I swear we never found out who – got up and extremely stealthily tied dental floss (you know how high tensile strength that shit has) in a slipknot behind the head of his member , ran it out under the rail of his rack; ran it up under the rack of the guy across the the aisle; and tied it off to the handle of the other guy’s wall locker. Some time later, when the dorm guard came through, he tripped over the dental floss. The crash of the dorm guard falling into the wall lockers was only part of the noise which woke us up. The other was a vocal sound which I would never have believed could have come from the throat of a human being. I remember it to this day but it is hard to describe. Sort of a scream of anguish but very high pitched and unbelievably loud! The Dorm Chief (the Airman given charge and responsibility for the flight in the absence of the MTIs) was a light sleeper and flipped on the lights immediately. There on top of his rack was the “blessed” guy with ihs feet sticking out under the rail of his rack and holding his member and crying. Took some work and a pair of toenail clips to free him. The dorm guard sprained his wrist in the fall. The head of asshole’s johnson was turning black and starting to swell – and not like in a good way!. Because everyone in the – WHOLE – dorm had heard the racket Dorm Chief had to call CQ who had to call the TI. An ambulance was dispatched and both asshole and the one on dorm guard went to the ER. Later the dorm guard was told that asshole’s johnson was “severely injured” the Docs had considered amputating the head of it! Instead both were back in the flight by shortly after breakfast. For the record, that was the last we ever saw of the thing. He even showered in his white, GI-issue boxers. Slept under the covers after that, too, by thunder.