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DADT

Have no issue with the Alt Lifestyle, just don't include me or wave it in my face. Get aggessive about it and we can go rodeo in the parking lot if'n you want. Don't really care. However given I have worked with these folks on the green side and the LE side, They come to work like everyone else and do their job. That is all I care about. What you do behind closed doors or your bedroom ain't none of my business. Bring it to work and disrupt my happy place, you and me gonna talk. Same goes for the Female side of the equation, Do your job. Me happy. Be a Diva, Me get heap big pissed off and I become the evil twin of the nice Sergeant you used to work for.


Graduated from The Citadel way back when. When The Supremes said we had to admit women, we bit our lip and said "Yes, Sir" and went back to work. When the NOW harpies found out the new female cadets had to meet the SAME standard as the guys, they responded "That's not what We want". Don't give a damn, This is our sand box and you want to come play. These are the rules. Don't like it, tough. Go somewhere else.


Having said all this, I don't have problem with the individual. It's the political movement and those that pander to them I despise. Don't think for a second that those who bat from the other side of the plate can't fight like a bastard. Ever hear of the Sacred Band of Thebes? Look it up, There will be a test. Likewise for the Distaff side, Female writer penned a book called "Shoot the Women First" about Female terrorists and their dedication to their cause. She described where a guy would look at the odds and say "OK, ya got me", the Female pulls a Gat and starts singin'. You wanna join the team, Good. Do your job, Don't disrespect the Organization YOU asked to join and keep your piccadilios a 100 miles from the flagpole and I'll swear you in myself. Be an asshole and I'll be doing the paperwork to remove you from the force.


Tom Kratman wrote on this in an article. I link it here with his permission.

http://www.baen.com/AmazonsRightBreast.asp

4th

Remember those in Foreign Lands and distant shores. Thank God we have such folks.

Kal's Gram

Kal over at Trauma Queen's Gram Passed away. For Her.

http://traumaqueen.net/





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RMTKb-pgxGI

PVT Dang

Got out of Service back in '90. Came back in in June 2000. The power that be decided I had to go through MOS Transition training. Never mind I was trained to 40 Level but that's another story.

Anyway there are 15 some in the class with 4 SGT's. Me being one of them. The rest are made up of other ranks as the Brit's like to say with a smattering of AF or Navy types being trained up in the Big Green Machine way of doing things. And then there was Dang. Every Unit has one, if they don't they will soon get one or invent one. Dang is/was a lighting rod for Sergeants. Unshined boots, No haircut, No Shave. Not all at once, just something different each and every time. He wasn't even from my unit but somehow he became my burden to bear. He was a slick sleeve Private. That's way old school but basically the only thing lower then Dang was a Basic Recruit with no time in service and Dang was a retread with time on. Kids even graduate from basic with at least Mosquito Wings (PV2) or PFC (E3). Dang had nothing. Shows up one Weekend, Sneakers, No Boots. "Dang, Where the hell are your boots?" "Don't have any that fit me, Sergeant." OK, Skinny as a rail, six foot in bare feet and size 13 Clodhoppers. Christ on a Crutch, Kid. Alright, him fitted out with boots. Next Drill, Boots. NO Shine. "Dang, Why the hell aren't your boots shined?!" "No polish, SGT." Mumble, Mumble... OK, Got to supply, Get Kiwi, rags. Dang, My room 1900 tonight for polish party. But Sergeant, I was going to meet my Girlfriend tonight. "Dang, You'll meet Jesus if you're not there at 1900." And on and on and one. I actually used to look forward to see what the hell he'd do next.

The topper was when we had to go to 2 Week AT for final cert. 1St Army was going to be up to grade the unit as to how well they did compared to the AIT centers. Dang shows up with hair down to his collar and over his ears. "Dang, Get in the Truck." The other SGT asked "Where you taking him?" I guess they thought I was going to take him out and bury him in the impact area but too many people had already seen him. Him and another guy piled in the truck as we headed down to the PX. There was a Barber there who probably lost money on the outside so got hired by the Army. We walk in and sat down. Dang's turn came up and he climbed in the chair. Guy asks how do you want it? I told Him, "I'm paying for it. Just like mine. Skin on the side, just enough to part on top." Aw, Sarge." "Shut up, Dang." He lived, don't know how. We finished up, Everybody got their Certificates. Ran into Dang in Bosnia. He'd made PFC. Not sure how long he was going to keep it. Wasn't a bad kid. Just had to work to keep him up with everybody else.

FOG

I quoted Slim Pickens from Blazing Saddles the other day in the office. Some of the younger agents looked at me with a raised eyebrow. My response, you've never seen Blazing Saddles? Blank looks. Alright, What about Young Frankenstein? No response, For the love of all that is holy, did none of ye get a proper upbringin'? Young whippersnappers, dinna know a good show when ya lead im to it.


For your Viewing pleasure. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SbWg-mozGsU

Pat Leister

Didn't know Pat personally but some folks I know did. He was blindsided by a illness and died much too soon. He leaves a family with a couple of small ones. If you would care to, remember him and throw a couple a bucks in the hat. He/I would appreciate it.

http://www.leisterfund.org/