Obviously this story isn’t shit compared to what most people post, but it popped in my head while browsing so here we go.

Have you heard about Friday Night Lights? If not, it’s a book and movie about Permian High School’s football team in Odessa, TX back in like the 80’s. I went to school there in the mid 2000’s and we were fucking garbage, and I don’t think any of that has changed since then. But...

So, my dad was in the romanian military a long time ago, and he gathered a few stories from that time, and when I was a small kid, he'd tell me these few funny stories, I'll be telling it from his perspective

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So, in the military, the soldiers were sleeping in a large room filled with beds, and whenever someone needed water to drink, we'd all have to go outside to crank a water pump a few times...

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Ill make this story short.

There was a guy in my base who, through no fault of his own, wasnt very smart.He was so clumsy and frankly idiotic he should have been medically discharged for intellectual disability.

So there are two stories about him that go hand to hand.
On a shooting practice, we had two signals to do with our feet from "prone" shooting position.

left foot up:...

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On a FTX in South Korea Spring of '90. The LT decides he wants us driving the APCs and Vulcans with our hatches down, using the glass periscope things that surround the hatch area, so we can practice driving the way we would in a real combat situation. Which by the way, I didn't do once in Desert Storm. We only lowered the hatch if the gunner needed to fire.

The...

I started-out my sea-going life as a U.S. Navy quartermaster, serving aboard submarines.

I got out of my 1st enlistment in 1980 and, after a while, joined the Navy Reserve. This was in a large metropolitan area, in Central Louisiana.

The local newspaper sent a reporter and a photographer over to our drill one weekend, and they snapped a picture of me in my Cracker-Jack uniform, bent over a chart...

Look, I get it, Not everyone can write well. I'm still a hack amateur after ten years writing here. However, we want to hear what YOU have to say, not a fucking computer.

Anything written by AI in whole or in part will be removed. This will be going into the rules this weekend when I get around to updating them. Right now it's 0500 and I'm pissed I'm awake this early on a Saturday.

If you need to...

u/Dittybopper , a founding member of this subreddit will be laid to rest in a memorial service at 1030 hours, April 17, 2023, in Adairsville, GA, a town about an hour south of Chattanooga. He will be interred with ceremony at the Canton, GA, Military Cemetery at 1230 hours.

The details are on the internet here, with a pretty sharp looking picture of DB in his salad days. Here's another pictureof...

This is a story about my great granduncle-let’s call him Jon. He sadly passed away in ’86 before I could ever meet him, but from stories my grandpa told me, the man had seen, done, and shot his way through a few layers of hell back in his day. He was born in 1917, the middle son of what had been a middling middle class family, and started learning how to shoot on a local copy of a Gewehr 98. Not...

Back when I was a naïve young Sergeant Baka and thought I could change the world, some of my military and family mentors urged me to try for Officer Candidate School (OCS). After a year of their helpful nudging (AKA: endless nagging) I was just about ready to put in an application packet. MSG Bobby was one of the nudgers, and (spoiler) was at my OCS graduation.

TLDR at the end

The OCS application...

My boots hit the muddy ground with a heavy thud as we disembarked from the helicopter. It was a moonless night, the darkness only occasionally broken by the faintest flicker of distant gunfire. We were deep behind enemy lines, our mission to gather intelligence on a militant group that had been terrorizing the region. As a combat medic in the 75th Ranger Regiment, I knew that each mission would...