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For any of you who have worked flight in an SF, SP or AP unit, you'll probably remember remounts. For the uninitiated, there's a pleasant remount, and an unpleasant remount. This forum is obviously not a "GI" party or remedial training...it's a place where you can laugh, be somber, and sometimes get righteously angry about the state of things in general. So having said that, pop open a cold one, kick back and enjoy our Remount. | ||
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FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS TODAY...A CHRISTMAS MESSAGE TO GOAT HUMPER AND COWARDLY PIG USAMA BIN LADEN: WISHING YOU AND YOURS A QUICK AND PAINFUL TRIP TO HELL. FORGET ABOUT ALLAH...YOU'LL NEVER MEET HIM. PUT YOUR NOSE ON THE GROUND AND YOUR ASS IN THE AIR...'CAUSE WE'RE COMING FOR YOU.
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Santa's Check Ride Santa Claus, like
all pilots, gets regular visits from the Federal Aviation
Administration, and it was shortly before Christmas when the FAA
examiner arrived. In preparation, Santa had the elves wash the sled and
bathe all the reindeer. Santa got his logbook out and made sure all his
paperwork was in order. The examiner walked
slowly around the sled. He checked the reindeer harnesses, the landing
gear, and Rudolph`s nose. He painstakingly reviewed Santa`s weight and
balance calculations for the sled`s enormous payload. Finally, they were
ready for the checkride. Santa got in and fastened his seatbelt and
shoulder harness and checked the compass. Then the examiner hopped in
carrying, to Santa`s surprise, a shotgun. "What's that for?"
asked Santa incredulously. The examiner winked and said, "I'm not
supposed to tell you this, but you`re gonna lose an engine on
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ADVISORY |
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The following section contains language and/or material that may be offensive to some. In addition, irreverent references to Santa Claus may adversely alter the belief systems of certain readers. It is therefore recommend that children, JEEPS, and Second Lieutenants DO NOT read the following, but skip down to the next section. |
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WHEN SANTA RUNS OUT OF
PROZAC- Dear Santa, Do you see us when we're sleeping, do you really know when we're awake, like in the song? Love, Jessica Dear Jessica, You are that gullible? Good luck in whatever you do, I'm skipping your house... Santa ***************************************************** Dear Santa, I wud like a kool toy space ranjur for Xmas. Iv ben a good boy all yeer. YeR FReND, BiLLy Dear Billy, Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career as a lawncare specialist or a Marine. How about I send you a damn book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger, at least HE can spell! Santa ******************************************************* Dear Santa, I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody! Love, Sarah Dear Sarah, Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they? Santa ******************************************************* Dear Santa, I've written you for three years now asking for a fire truck. Please, I really really want a fire truck this year! Love, Joey Dear Joey, Let me make it up to you. While you sleep, I'm gonna torch your house. You'll have more fire trucks than you'll know what to do with. Santa ******************************************************* Dear Santa, I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do. Love, Teddy Dear Teddy, What, and ruin that hot little affair your dad's still having with the babysitter? He's banging her like a screen door in a hurricane, son! Let me get you some nice Legos instead. Santa ******************************************************* Dear Santa, I need more Pokemon cards please! All my friends have more Pokemon cards than me. Please see what you can do. Love, Michelle Dear Michelle, It blows my mind. Kids are forcing their parents to buy hundreds of dollars worth of these stupid cards, and none of you snot-nosed brats are even learning to play the game. Let me get you something more your speed, like "Chutes and Ladders." Santa ******************************************************* Dear Santa, I want a new bike, playstation, a train, some G.I. Joes, a dog, a drum kit, a pony and a tuba. Love, Francis Dear Francis, Who names their kid "Francis" nowadays? Santa ******************************************************* Dear Santa, I left milk and cookies for you under the tree, and I left carrots for your reindeer outside the backdoor. Love, Susan Dear Susan, Milk gives me the shits and carrots make the deer fart in my face. You want to be a kiss-ass? Leave me a glass of Chivas Regal and some Toblerone. Santa ******************************************************* Dear Santa, What do you do the other 364 days of the year? Are you making toys? Your friend, Thomas Dear Thomas, All toys get made in China. I have a condo in Vegas, where I spend most my time squeezing cocktail waitresses asses, and losing all my cash at the craps table. Hey, YOU wanted to know! Santa ******************************************************* Dear Santa, I really really want a puppy this year. Please please please PLEASE, Timmy Timmy, That whiney begging shit may work with your folks, but that crap don't cut it up here. You're getting a sweater again. Santa ******************************************************* Dearest Santa, We don't have a chimney in our house, how do you get into our home? Love, Marky Mark, First, stop calling yourself "Marky," that's why you're getting your ass whipped at school. Secondly, you don't live in a house, that's a low-rent apartment complex you're living in. Thirdly, I get inside your pad just like all the burglars do, through your bedroom window. Sweet Dreams! Santa |
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DADDY,
WHAT IS A VET? Some veterans bear
visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain
look in the eye. Others may carry the
evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the
leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the
refinery of adversity. Except in parades,
however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or
emblem. You can't tell a vet
just by looking. What is a vet? He is the cop on the
beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure
the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel. He is the barroom
loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is
outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite
bravery near the 38th parallel. She - or he - is the
nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two
solid years in Da Nang. He is the POW who went
away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL. He is the Quantico
drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by
turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching
them to watch each other's backs. He is the parade -
riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand. He is the career
quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by. He is any of the three
anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington
National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes
whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's
sunless deep. He is the old guy
bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who
helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were
still alive to hold him when the nightmares come. He is an ordinary and
yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most
vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so
others would not have to sacrifice theirs. He is a soldier and a
savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest,
greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known. So remember, each time
you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say "Thank
You." That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than
any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded. |
Two little words that
mean a lot, "THANK YOU". Remember November 11th
is Veterans Day |
"It is the
soldier, not the reporter, Father Denis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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