This is in response to ALL these female women feigning sexual abuse and worse from Judge Moore from DECADES ago.
I'm frankly sick and tired of this crap.
OK, Flame me!
When I was in Navy bootcamp they used to call us nasty names and makes us carry heavy rifles. We were forced to learn to fight dangerous oil fires. What horrors. Then I was sent to Vietnam. (Sob). So unfair. But these poor college kids have it so much rougher today. I feel so sorry for them.
Later in life, I had a “cathartic healing event”.
While building a new BCT complex, I got to tear down the Ypres Gas Mask training building where I took CS Gas exposure training 40 years earlier. It was a weird feeling when I took possession of the site as it was old Missouri post oak timber, park-like setting, old picnic tables and looked just like it had all those years ago.
When I got to boot camp I was totally prepared -———
Eight years in grade school with the Sisters of Notre Dame followed by four years in a Jesuit High School AKA a Jesuit
Penal Colony. Drill Sgt’s were pussies compared to Father
Donovan and Sister Martina! Oh for the goode olde daze!
I was beaten by two drunk off duty police officers back in ‘96 for sitting on the wrong public bench.
Their wives were cheering while they did it.
This is NOT Satire....
In the eighth grade I had volleyball in PE. If I hit the ball with a closed hand Mr. Hungerford hit my behind with a paddle. I have never been the same again in the intervening 58 years.
Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful!
LOL! Good one!
I’m sick and tired of this crap, too, as so many are. Makes me want to drive down to Gadsden and b****slap those wenches.
Then go to DC to take a 2 X 4 to the heads of the a**holes in Congress. (can I say that? LOL)
This has gotten out of hand and if they get away with it, it sets a very dangerous precedent.
I went to Air Force basic in 1966. AF basic is pretty tame compa+red to the Marines and it was compressed then from 6 weeks to 4 to get the guys out and over to Nam. The yelling and bullying was all rather perfunctory and I had already resolved to treat it all as a movie, just do my best and let whatever crap there was just float on by. Well it was pretty tame and I was amazed at the several recruits who just couldn’t take the impolite treatment and had breakdowns. I wondered how these guys survived 18 or 19 years to Enlist in the Air Force.
Wuss!! : )
My company CO at Great Lakes NTC blew a gasket and screamed at me when the hotel corners on my rack were substandard. In front of my entire company, he lifted my mattress and shoved it out the third story window of the barracks.
To this day, every time I make my bed, my brain freezes and I wonder how the hell he crammed that mattress through that tiny 12 X 24” window opening. It simply defied physics.
Been there and done that. Fall of 68. I was about the fourth to step off the bus. One of the guys in front of me threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it. I knew that would be the start of our "basic training". We got to duck-walk through the parking lot picking up whatever we could find. Oh well... If it hadn't been that it would have been something else.
Did you get that wonderful first army meal? Standing in the rain and eating from a metal plate with chunks of undercooked potato with the peels still on sitting in watery "gravy"? Somebody had to work awfully hard to make such an unappetizing meal.
Hear hear
I’m sick of all this victim victim victim in the age of feminism and slutism
Dames used to know how to handle men
I can top your story and mines true.
Master Gunnery Sergeant Largent beat the living crap out of me at MCRD.
We were marching down the street in the rain when I saw a guy that I knew was getting out for flat feet (no shit), all I did was throw a small hand wave to him.
IT’S CALLED BREAKING FORMATION YOU IGNORANT MAGGOT.
IN A COMBAT ZONE YOU COULD GET YOURSELF KILLED, OR WORSE YOUR FELLOW MARINE KILLED.
Needless to say I learned REAL GOOD, NEVER BREAK FORMATION.
Did I deserve it, OH HELL YES.
Do I regret it, OH HELL NO.
Rrrrruff! Hooah, hooah!
[Familyop, still in the forward leaning rest position and barking after all of those years.]
lol - it’s what drill Sargent’s do
later.
I faced even worse. My Gunnery Sergeant threatened sexual assault against me - against my skull after he did all sorts of things to my lifeless body. Since then, I’ve had an unhealthy obsession with cleanliness, with guns, with physical fitness, and with paying attention to detail. I don’t even remember what infraction (if any) brought his wrath down on me, but I cleaned up my act in response.