tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post6987255018364113662..comments2024-03-18T14:21:30.932-07:00Comments on Chant du Départ: Seriously, I'm Okay...OldAFSargehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-69327989069177851172016-06-02T09:55:36.236-07:002016-06-02T09:55:36.236-07:00Well, the guys who borrowed the tank were in the A...Well, the guys who borrowed the tank were in the Armor Club. It was "their" tank (so to speak) so they knew where everything was.<br /><br />Back in the day things were very different, then our leaders remembered what they had been like when they were at that level. Nowadays, not so much.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-52519579597608263352016-06-02T09:45:50.109-07:002016-06-02T09:45:50.109-07:00"free to use one of the University's tank..."free to use one of the University's tanks in the escapade. " WOW! I am impressed. Did they leave the keys in them or something?<br />There are many things that seemed like good ideas at the time - stealing an ambulance and driving over to the Aussie side of the base and others. Most did not end well. But we were rarely chastised, our fearless leaders thinking that the ideas were good too. I guess that was the difference between O-5 (Squadron) and O-6 (Wing), good ideas changed somehow.Dave's Daily Day Dreamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17491764990082380190noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-18268376369577589282016-06-02T08:52:41.435-07:002016-06-02T08:52:41.435-07:00I've also heard turkeys referenced in this say...I've also heard turkeys referenced in this saying.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-85516134445777134862016-06-02T08:50:04.857-07:002016-06-02T08:50:04.857-07:00Heh. What was I thinking?Heh. What was I thinking?OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-64768303851075397572016-06-02T08:45:13.653-07:002016-06-02T08:45:13.653-07:00According to my children, who had it oft told them...According to my children, who had it oft told them by their father, the correct version of that saying is "You can't soar with the Eagles, if you hoot with the Owls." Just sayin'juvathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09096708575138552532noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-40922360361695647832016-06-02T08:28:10.832-07:002016-06-02T08:28:10.832-07:00Thinking? The Army?Thinking? The Army?Well Seasoned Foolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16670165728759453075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-6175243381376331892016-06-02T07:44:23.037-07:002016-06-02T07:44:23.037-07:00I did note that the recumbent Guardsman was still ...I did note that the recumbent Guardsman was still (more or less) at attention. But his bearskin is askew, Sarn't Major ain't going to like that, not at all.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-25570014626141741372016-06-02T07:18:42.705-07:002016-06-02T07:18:42.705-07:00Great post!
The Queen expects every man to remain...Great post!<br /><br />The Queen expects every man to remain at attention, even when unconscious. I wonder if the rack of medals she sports are her WWII service medals or just royal bling.<br /><br />Regarding the charge on the Bastille, I'm wondering if a large proportion of those lads weren't products of General Bache and Bunker Hill Military Academy. Or if someone heard the story and said, "this would make a great movie!"<br /><br />The only parade I marched in was boot camp graduation. I'm sure it was splendid but I wanted so much to put that place behind me that I failed to pay proper attention. I do seem to recall a few horizontal sailors.<br /><br />I do, however, remember barfing at morning quarters a couple of times.<br /><br />Those were the days!PrairieAdventurehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06466447251827774900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-21490296731428842682016-06-02T07:16:03.747-07:002016-06-02T07:16:03.747-07:00I did a lot of drilling back in the day. I actuall...I did a lot of drilling back in the day. I actually got pretty good at it.<br /><br />Of course, there were some places where trying to get the airmen to march in something resembling a formation was always a challenge.<br /><br />Parade stories. I have more.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-59592075156229524692016-06-02T07:14:20.925-07:002016-06-02T07:14:20.925-07:00Engineers marching? What were they thinking.
Masc...Engineers marching? What were they thinking.<br /><br />Mascots? Wow, another "what were they thinking"?OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-85069558072653843232016-06-02T07:13:44.243-07:002016-06-02T07:13:44.243-07:00The only parades in which I participated were befo...The only parades in which I participated were before I made E-3.<br />Beyond that point, if there was any event where dress uniforms were required, we mustered in place.<br />Side note: every year the first two weeks of PE were all about drill.<br />The high point of that was seeing if a complaint could be generated from a classroom teacher about the disruption of the drilling "troops" sounding off.(not necessarily your) Uncle Skiphttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02705753220273516841noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-34116337329066474472016-06-02T07:13:15.301-07:002016-06-02T07:13:15.301-07:00Well you can, but the smell annoys the Hell out of...Well you can, but the smell annoys the Hell out of the eagles.OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-86127552900827919822016-06-02T07:12:47.996-07:002016-06-02T07:12:47.996-07:00Those were the days where it was considered career...Those were the days where it was considered career-enhancing to have been a "bad boy" at some point in time.<br /><br />Hell, in today's military it's tough to survive a freaking parking ticket!OldAFSargehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15935839956936191547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-24131394210049451242016-06-02T07:03:44.203-07:002016-06-02T07:03:44.203-07:00Pioneer Kaserne, Hanau, Germany circa 1960's h...Pioneer Kaserne, Hanau, Germany circa 1960's had an Artillery Battalion housed in the barracks next to ours. For whatever reason, they always had an animal mascot. First, a goat. The goat learned how to open flipper top beer bottles, got into the beer supply at a unit day, and drank itself to death. Next was a mule. The mule was being abused so went away. Next up was a huge St. Bernard. At a Change of Command formation, the dog decided he had enough and drug his handler through the assembled ranks. Total shambles. After that, no more mascots.<br /><br />Speaking of shambles, we Engineers seldom marched in any formation larger than a platoon. When we had to wear Class A uniforms and march as a company (eight abreast) it wasn't pretty.<br /><br />Well Seasoned Foolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16670165728759453075noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-50582052472608319072016-06-02T06:23:22.078-07:002016-06-02T06:23:22.078-07:00You can't soar with the iggles, after wallowin...You can't soar with the iggles, after wallowing with the pigs.<br />SCOTTtheBADGERhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12859188068159799373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7684531976778247960.post-69791907406696128892016-06-02T05:41:49.680-07:002016-06-02T05:41:49.680-07:00In 1987, I went back to college. Oil was too chea...In 1987, I went back to college. Oil was too cheap, and my job as an electrician in Boerne was about to end. I went to the piney woods of east Texas. Deep in the oil patch (I mean, really, I didn't know). As I drove all over creation looking for work, I began to question my own intelligence. BUT..... a friend at school introduced me to a Mr. Brown.<br /><br />Mr. Brown was old oil money rich. His dad was a driller from the 30's. All the Brown boys went to VMI, and then to an ivy league school for engineering. Mr. Brown's older brother founded what became Burr-Brown. My Mr. Brown was caught smuggling drink on the train home from VMI in 1946 (+/-), and was summarily dismissed from VMI. He finished up school in Longview, and went to UT Arlington and became a lawyer.... <br /><br />I always wondered what he would have done if he'd been allowed to finish VMI and follow the family track. As it was, he never worked for anyone, managed his share of the family fortune with extreme diligence, and was in the bar at 1300 and usually home in bed by 2100 totally wasted. He had a beer gut out to THERE! was gout-y and sallow. He let me work for him, and for that, I am extremely grateful. Fed my family for four years, and was a decent man, to me at least. <br /><br />I'm glad the powers that be didn't ruin the rest of those cadet's lives by coming down hard. They had the rest of their lives to ruin themselves!!STxARhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04588850178293194825noreply@blogger.com